Singer: Juice WRLD
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Song: Bad Boy
Juice WRLD - Bad Boy Subtitles (vtt) (02:37-157-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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by RentAnAdviser.com
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Will Smith and Martin Lawrence,
I'm a bad boy
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Went and got off my ass and got to
the cash and got in my bag, boy
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Please don't think it's sweet,
I stay with the heat even
though I'm a sad boy
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You better watch the way you breathe
around me 'fore that breath be
your last, boy (Let's go, yeah)
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I've been drinking red,
rasp', boy (Red, yeah)
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I've been trappin' all these
birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr)
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Newborn baby, my Richard
Mille nine months, ooh
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Overseas, hundreds gettin',
bitch, croissants (Yeah)
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Wrecked the GT-R (Skrrt),
I love to crash cars
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I'm a bad boy, so I got a bad broad
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Futuristic rides imported from
Mars (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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Smith & Wesson 45, put
a hole in his heart
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Better not play with me, killers,
they stay with me,
your bitty lay with me
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She fell in love with my ice,
yeah, the hockey rink
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Ain't come to kick it, I'm
not on the soccer team
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Knew I would make it, it's
part of my prophecy
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Raf Simons match my Prada jeans
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I'ma do the dash, get to the bag,
ain't no one as bad as me
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Will Smith and Martin Lawrence,
I'm a bad boy
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Went and got off my ass and got to
the cash and got in my bag, boy
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Please don't think it's sweet,
I stay with the heat even
though I'm a sad boy
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You better watch the way you breathe
around me 'fore that breath be
your last, boy (Let's go, yeah)
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I've been drinking red,
rasp', boy (Red, yeah)
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I've been trappin' all these
birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr)
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Newborn baby, my Richard
Mille nine months, ooh
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Overseas, hundreds gettin',
bitch, croissants (Yeah)
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Sticky, sticky Ricky, I smoke Skittles,
not no sticky (Sticky)
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I shot at his mommy, now he no longer
mention me (Thot, thot)
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You say you want smoke and I've been
comin' down the chimney (Woah)
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You got' barbecue your bitches, I'm
so fried and they crispy (Ooh)
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I had on Margielas when I
shot at the cunt (Murk)
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Act like you want war and they
gon' smoke you like a blunt
(Smoke you like a blunt)
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I'm just keeping it real with
ya, I'm just bein' blunt
(I'm just being blunt)
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Porsche Carrera got the pipes out the
back like a s...........
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