Songtexte Bad Attitude (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid) - BJ the Chicago Kid , Buddy

Fuck you and your bad ass attitude,
All your negativity, all that other shit
Keep that shit to your fuckin' self
In this house, we're fuckin' positive

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, hey

Seven days out the week, still ain't sleep
Standing on the concrete, that's on me
Word to my OG, he told me
Real niggas don't speak, they gon' see

Yeah, fuck everybody
Plenty things I'd rather be doin'
But here I am
Plenty things I'd rather be doin',
I just can't
Need to roll me up a lil' somethin'
And just vent
Yeah, all around the city
They listen to my shit, ayy
Jump into the crowd
When they started the moshpit, yo
Heard your lil' album, my
Nigga, that's not it, bitch
I'm straight out of Compton,
My nigga, look at me now, ayy
Feelin' like Lil Boosie and Webbie,
Bitch, wipe me down, yeah
Made a couple million,
Now I'm finna wild out, nigga

Seven days out the week, still ain't sleep
Standing on the concrete, that's on me
Word to my OG, he told me
Real niggas don't speak, they gon' see

Yeah, plenty women I could be fuckin'
But here I am
On the microphone with the flow
To make 'em say (Yeah yeah)
7: 30, first class flight to Tokyo
The stewardess offered me a drink,
You know I said (Yeah yeah)
Touched down,
Hit the ground runnin'
I walked into the function,
Asked the homies,
"Can we smoke in here?"
(Can we smoke in here?)
Let these motherfuckers know
The West Coast in here, yeah
Chucks, Dickies, and Locs,
Look at my posts
See I been C walkin' all across the globe,
Not to boast
I got a bag and bought some diamonds
Aand gold, just for jokes
Throw the roach out the Ghost
Then I'm ghost, never go broke, bitch

Seven days out the week,
Still ain't sleep
Standing on the concrete,
That's on me
Word to my OG, he told me
Real niggas don't speak,
They gon' see

Seven days out the week
Standing on the concrete
Word to my OG
Real niggas don't speak,
They gon' see
Seven days out the week
Standing on the concrete
Word to my OG
Real niggas don't speak,
They gon' see