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queezy_the_gangster - bad mother fuckers lyrics

[hook: kid rock]
when the line froze, what did i see?
a bad mother f_cker standing next to me
with his eyes closed, told he can’t see
tryna follow orders, just gone and be free
be free like a bird so today i’ma fly
bad, bad motherf_cker ’til the day i die
be free like a bird so today i’ma fly
bad, bad motherf_cker ’til the day i die
yeah, bad (bad)
mother (f_cker)
’til the (day)
i (die)
[verse 3: upchurch]
i got a bad attitude, yeah, wanna know why?
fake motherf_cker’s ’round me take my friendship as a free ride
always facetimin’ random people like it’s nothin’
with they phone up in my face like “upchurch, say somethin’!”
god dang motherf_cker, what you want me to say?
i been pullin’ the motor out of my ’88 chevrolet
i just ate me a ham sammich now i’m takin’ a sh_t
not on the toilet my honky, but on the microphone b_tch
iphone always buzzin’ ’cause my notifications
so many likes on my pictures my instagram heart racin’
oh sh_t, cardiac arrest, i think i made a statement
share these lyrics, get this realness in the f_ckin’ rotation (ha)
i swear to god i still float in a boat on pavement
got that fire that even snowmen find their self constantly cravin’
long john’s, half a sleeve, with a quarter bag of weed
smoky rooms, guitar strings, rollin’ stoned between the trees
yeah, i’m set i don’t need a million dollar house with paved roads
gimme a hammock and some bronco so i can blow, oh
mother nature got me sellin’ albums independently
i do this sh_t for fun i ain’t never had a business suite
and now i spit rhymes i lean forward when my brain leak
septic tank head i’ll be thinkin’ of some dank sh_t
redneck nation hat, .45 in the north face
there’s a chance my sh_tty boots have toured somewhere through your place
eyes bloodshot red like i just got maced
but i ain’t protestin’ nothin’ but i’m divin’ in them politics
chess moves let’s play all i do is stay awake
never made a bad song ain’t sh_t i gotta say (hey)
take your middle finger just cl!ck play
and f_ck yourself in the ears ‘fore you bring that hate
because i’m so far ahead shake n’ bake won’t work
even at 200 miles an hour with the motor locked up (motor locked up)
so before you make a cliche dale earnhardt joke
i’ll join your ass and blaze some fuel, zero octane, though
chokin’ my smoke until you get put to the side
my tank is always on full ’cause my hater’s fuelin’ my fire
yeah i’m a hick_hop legend ain’t no corn in my style
i’m the hillbilly version of the movie eight mile
truck sittin’ in my yard i ain’t got time to drive
sport’s cars that top out around 205
sippin’ jack, two steppin’, jay walkin’ on demario
put my name up in your mouth and i’m the dude you should be runnin’ from
don’t be in my lane if you don’t know how to steer
’cause i’m that formula one your horsepower is paul revere
i was born with the perfect rhythm beatin’ in my ears
my occupation doin’ me, don’t make me k!ll off your career (ha)
yeah, i’m sl!ck as a slate rock with some algae on top
your girlfriend probably faintin’ ’cause my f_ckin’ band rocks
smokin’ joints, sprayin’ coors in the crowd (crowd)
yeah i’m redneck motherf_cker and i’m proud (proud)
22×14’s, straight pipes loud
if you never seen the whitest in the game then you lookin’ at it now
church (church)

[bridge: queezy_the_gangster]
we got some bad mother f_ckers on the track and that’s some real sh_t
tryna test me this mother f_cker empty the whole clip
anorexic lately, man, i’ve been feeling too sick
but i’m a bad mother f_cker ridin’ around with a big bl!ck

- queezy_the_gangster lyrics

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