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• Artiste: FL Dusa
• Titre: Bad Man
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Ha Say what you said Heard they got racks on my head (Huh) Stand on that, yeah Let's get it, I never been scared (Scared) These niggas, they gossip like bitches I'm fuckin' your ho, tell 'em get out they feelings Love tricking me out my position Man, fuck all them niggas, let's run up them tickets (Woo) Grindin', yeah I can tell how they watchin' my swag (Huh) Ho, you lovin', be watchin' my 'Gram Money long, it won't fit in my pants (Huh) Used to be broke, but got strong with them bands All of my opps done turned into fans (Huh) Stand on that (Hmm), yeah (Uh) Let's get it, I never been scared Michael Jackson bad, bullet gave me zippers Pullin' on her hair, put it in the mirror Hit her from the back while her titties jiggle I was in the trap wishing for a jit Safety pin and crack breaking down a nickel (Ooh) Gates (Shh, I got it) I had my heart scarred, put my pain down I got children lookin' up to me, can't let 'em take the same route (Ooh) Lights, cameras, action, I turned all my pain into passion (Ooh) They do a lot of question-askin', in desperate need of satisfaction (Ha) Say what you said Heard they got racks on my head (Huh) Stand on that, yeah Let's get it, I never been scared (Scared) These niggas, they gossip like bitches I'm fuckin' your ho, tell 'em get out they feelings Love tricking me out my position Man, fuck all them niggas, let's run up them tickets (Woo) Grindin', yeah I can tell how they watchin' my swag (Huh) Ho, you lovin', be watchin' my 'Gram Money long, it won't fit in my pants (Huh) Used to be broke, but got strong with them bands All of my opps done turned into fans (Huh) Stand on that (Hmm), yeah (Uh) Let's get it, I never been scared I ran up that money, I'm up like a hundred Them killers, they comin', they goin' mad Better tell that lil' nigga, "Throw in the flag" Bitch, it's deeper than rappin', I'm really 'bout action Them bitches be cappin', they mad That lil' ho, he left, and I'm pumpin' that dick in her back They-they-they say it's a bag on my head Hold up, lil' bitch, you know I ain't scared Creepin' and crawlin' and slinging that lead 'Member I was posted up sellin' that deally Livin' my life like Tupac Makaveli Back when it was all a dream like Biggie Back when it was blood on a semi Niggas scared, murder be the image Steppin' on them bitches, I ain't trippin' Catch 'em slippin', you know I'ma send 'em Say what you said Heard they got racks on my head (Huh) Stand on that, yeah Let's get it, I never been scared (Scared) These niggas, they gossip like bitches I'm fuckin' your ho, tell 'em get out they feelings Love tricking me out my position Man, fuck all them niggas, let's run up them tickets (Woo) Grindin', yeah I can tell how they watchin' my swag (Huh) Ho, you lovin', be watchin' my 'Gram Money long, it won't fit in my pants (Huh) Used to be broke, but got strong with them bands All of my opps done turned into fans (Huh) Stand on that (Hmm), yeah (Uh) Let's get it, I never been scared