Lyrics Bad - LUSYD
Fa'sho,
fa'sho,
fa'sho
Fa'sho,
fa'sho,
fa'sho
Grrr
Fa'sho,
fa'sho,
fresh
out
Fresh
out,
fresh
out
Fresh
out
the
bed
I
had
the
peaceful
option
I
chose
violence
instead
Oh
shit,
that's
the
OG
hittin'
Finna
hit
a
puff,
like
the
OG
Diddy
Take
that,
take
that,
I
got
more
of
these,
nigga
Walk
around
with
a
cutter,
finna
mow
these
niggas
I'm
on
some
bat
shit
I'm
on
that
BLATT
shit
I'm
on
some
black
shit
I'm
on
some
Activitis
Smack
a
nigga
like
I'm
massa,
if
he
talking
back,
bih
Back!
Back!
Back!
Back!
Anyone
can
eat
this
back
hand!
Back
back,
I
got
a
MAC
in
my
bag!
They
stole
off
your
back
and
you
paid
for
it
back!
You
said
you
was
Bad,
but
what
happened
to
that?
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
off
of
the
brink
When
I
talk,
man,
it
sound
like
a
tank
'Cause
bitch,
what
I
want,
I'ma
take
Wait,
holla
back
when
I'm
back
from
the
bank
Hold
on,
I'm-I'm
hungry
Alright,
take
this
(Take
that?)
Alright
bet
Damn
I
thought
it
was
drank
I
keep
a
shooter
present
But
I
don't
need
it
Like
it
was
Drake
I
keep
some
bitches
present
I
don't
be
giving
presents
I
keep
the
molly,
the
stick,
the
drink
But
I
can't
help
these
peasants
I'm
going
fast
in
the
whip
I'm
going
fast
in
the
Lamb'
I'm
going
fast,
but
not
as
yo'
bitch
She
giving
up
top,
she
suckin'
on
dick
No,
I
don't
ball,
but
I
do
not
miss
I
shot
the
nigga,
but
I
missed
the
charge
I
dropped
the
Roxi'
all
in
the
whip
I
feel
like
Future,
Bought
a
Bad
Bitch
Bought
a
Bad
bitch,
but
I
don't
pay
for
the
shit
She
suckin'
and
fuckin'
all
on
my
crew
All
on
my
crew,
damn,
that's
your
boo?
I'm
in
the
stu,
pass
me
the
boof
Pass
me
the
stick
and
I'll
shoot
off
the
roof
Pass
me
the
Bad
bitch,
I'd
pass
her
to
you
Pass
me
the
cup,
bitch,
you
can't
get
that
back
I
am
the
king
of
the
hill,
bitch,
I'm
slatt
He
wanted
problems,
my
choppa
go
BLATT
My
name
is
MAŁ,
I
be
so
Bad
I
hit
the
bih,
with
the
glick
in
the
back
I
hit
the
bitch
from
the
clit
from
the
back
I'm
in
her
guts,
mac
and
cheese
how
it
sound
I
aim
the
stick
from
the
clip,
bitch,
you're
found
I
put
a
stick
in
the
ground,
like
a
founder
I
love
money,
so
she
want
me
around
her
Caught
her
putting
ten
bands
right
in
her
purse
Told
the
bitch
"after
that,
you
gotta
go"
"Drop
to
your
knees
or
hit
the
door"
"Just
keep
the
bread"
I
said
"you
need
it
more"
Double
cup
ice,
pour
me
up
four
Who
want
action?
I'm
back
"How
you
been?"
I
been
good,
now
I'm
back
on
my
Bad
shit
Lights,
camera,
ass
Beat
from
the
back
in
4K
with
the
flash
Flat
shit,
fashion
Bitch,
I
been
Bad
like
a
mattress
They
don't
want
smoke,
like
a
match
to
a
Black
Me
and
MAŁ
in
your
home
and
we
matchin'
in
black
All
up
in
yo'
kitchen
and
takin'
the
snacks
All
up
in
yo'
hoe
and
she
makin'
it
clap
Bought
me
a
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
Hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
Hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
Hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
for
my-What?
Uh
Hittin'
yo'
bitch
without
a
break,
bitch
I
gotta
muhfuckin'
break,
bitch
You
can't
even
muhfuckin'
break
bread
bitch
I'm
'bout
to
pull
out
the
Kel-Tec,
I'm
lettin'
it
hit
It
go
tt-tt-tt-tt-tt-tt
Lettin'
it
rip
like
(Pfft,
pfft,
pfft)
Lettin'
it
rip
Lil'
nigga,
yeah,
you
is
a
bitch
Got
yo'
bitch
on
my
dick
doin'
tricks
She
really
a
fiend,
she
is
sick
Gettin'
greedy
with
kills
I
might
go
send
up
my
clip
I'm
'finna
set
up
my
mags
I'm
'boutta
go
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
go
out
real
Bad
These
niggas
goin'
out
sad
These
niggas
really
a
bitch
These
niggas
really
is
hoes
I'm
about
to
leave
you
in
a
ditch
I'ma
bury
you
where
grass
dont
grow
Then
I
smash
your
Bad
lil
hoe
Fuckin'
her
in
my
backseat
I
teach
her
about
the
birds
and
the
bees
I
like
foreigns,
over
the
seas
Pullin'
up,
gave
the
valet
my
key
And
hoe,
stop
talkin'
to
me
You
know
I'm
the
Top
G
They
callin'
Lace
Papi
FYTB
the
regime
Emptyin'
out
of
my
beam
Emptyin'
all
the
clips
Messin'
with
me
you
get
hit
Tongue
is
the
sword,
callin'
up
Fitz
I
am
the
lord
and
you
is
a
bitch
You
drive
an
Accord,
you
is
not
shit
bitch
Or
lit,
bitch
I'm
lit
bitch,
my
aura
I'm
lit
bitch
I'm
lit
bitch,
my
aura
She
gettin'
wet,
just
by
my
aura
Shit
gettin'
wet,
I
make
her
sore
Nothin'
but
slat
Nothin'
but
wack
Nothin'
but
flak
You
niggas
is
emptyin'
out
all
the
caps
I
got
a
mini-gun,
sprayin'
out
facts
Aim
at
your
guts
You
talkin'
too
much?
Choppa,
it
hush
Shh,
bitch
I
don't
even
gotta
write
on
shit
Yeah,
your
hoe
still
gon'
ride
on
this
dick
On
God
This
shit
lit
I'm
back,
I'm
back
I'm
back,
I'm
Bad
That's
how
we
doin'
'em
back
The
teachers
they
said
I
was
Bad
'Cause
I
was
talking
back
Mike
Jack
how
I'm
walking
backwards
(Shamone!)
Told
my
hoe
"my
phone
got
tapped"
I'm
like
"you
off
a
bean,
why
you
stalking
my
jack?"
If
you
suck
from
the
front,
I
can
blow
from
the
back
I
get
it
wet
like
a
tap
Water
She
wonder
how
I
do
that
Slaughter
I
should
just
keep
going
I
should
just
let-do
this
the
whole
rest
of
the
song
And
it's
still
gonna
slap
Grrr!
My
shit
gonna
hit
like
a
hook
I
get
it
right
with
a
hook
I
should
just
go
write
a
book
About
how
I'm
Bad
and
not
good
'Bout
how
I
got
back
in
my
book
bag
Bought
me
a
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
Hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
Hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
uh
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
Hop
back
in
my
uh
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
hop
back
in
my
bag
I'm
'boutta
Keep
rockin'
Or
kick
rocks
Hold
on

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