Polo G - Bad Man (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Polo G - Bad Man (en) Lyrics
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Lil Capalot, bitch, ha
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
And I still like to tote
a .45 like Mike back
Pull that TEC out just
to make a statement
He gon' need a body bag
or a night sack
He a bitch, he'll fold under pressure
I can tell from his posture, man,
he ain't really like that
Mama told me, "I don't
care if you scared
Go in for the kill, if they try,
you better fight back"
We'll beat his ass if he try
to throw the folks up
What's all that shit you was sayin'
like you was so tough?
They gon' have to carry your
mans if he approach us
Creepin' in, that glizzy'll
blam when we get close up
Rich-ass gangster, my gun match
the color of my car
Any sudden movemеnt and this
bitch go, "Fah, fah"
Bet I have him huggin' Allah
I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm
a thug, I'm a star
Youngin' tryna clеar a
crowd with the heat
When you ridin', better keep
a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til
they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin'
'round in the streets, uh
So you better look both ways,
make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Screamin' out, "No way"
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
Still on that bullshit, MJ
Really one of the hottest, and
I never dropped a mixtape
All my life, had to risk-take
But if they come and try me, .40
kickin' 'til my wrist break
Let anybody in this bitch play
I'ma have my C's leave his ass in
the ground with a stiff face
Where I'm from, all the killers
turn hood legend
And they known through them
blocks like Dikembe
Totin' on something bigger
than The Great Khali
Thirty shots'll knock him
down like Muhammad Ali
Do the race, scratch off
in a Trackhawk Jeep
Catch him lackin', then
it's R.I.P., bitch
Youngin' tryna clear a
crowd with the heat
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