Young Thug - Bad Bad Bad (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Thug - Bad Bad Bad (en) Lyrics
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Rose gold seats on a
fuckin' helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause
she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could
cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it, know your route
and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't
play with you for nothin'
I can eat you like Hibachi
'cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the
'Ghini, now I'm ridin'
And I'm slidin' in her sideways,
now she call me her zaddy
Rich nigga shit, I bought
my thottie a new Patek
Got a model, got a thickie,
got a BM, got a stallion
Got a billion dollar corporation,
fuck a Xanny
I got millions to go get and a
couple bitches to–uh, yeah
You my dawg 'til we dead,
not a question
But I can't fuck with you like
I want 'cause you ratted
Got a million dollars in
the wall, in the band'
And got it stepped-on, got it
hard, got it crackin' on her
Half a million, I just did a warm up
for half a million, uh, uh, mmm
I can buy the buildin'
I can rent this shit out or
save it for the children
I can dead this shit out or
give it to the villains
Somewhere they can hide when
they do some killin'
All of the rides got grenade ceilings
Loaded with a ride, cost
a cool million
Paper tag, peanut butter
seats, I'm ridin'
I be in the foreign, fuck with
slime, we tied in (Slatt)
Different color Diors on my feet,
I couldn't decide which
Never talked about it, she done
made herself my side bitch
Trash bag gang, I can
put that on Elijah
Street chose me, I ain't
never had to sign up
Then we hittin' bitches in the
group, I make 'em line up
Beep, beep, beep, that's
me, nigga, get back
Real dopeboy, don't know
how to work a CashApp
How many you got? I'll send it
'lone, bring the cash out
I been sippin' lean, 'bout
to pee 'til I pass out
Went to sleep 'partment,
woke up in the paradise
Niggas stealin' drip but it don't
matter, they don't wear it right
They don't even speak but I can
see I got 'em terrified
Double R truck, come through,
shit on everybody
Bad, bad, bitch, good head,
hit her every night
Take the four doors off of
the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain't doin' no swaps with a
freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
We can handle this shit out in the
streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain't goin' to a house for a
meetin', yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
Pull up in a truck, any season
Niggas never comin' out,
then we leavin'
How could nigga take a
loss if he leavin'?
Quickly take off like I'm LeBron
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