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lirik lagu bad guy – leeky g bando

[intro]
ah man (ah f*cking man)
g bando brim, g bando brim (that’s structure, that’s structure, that’s structure)
let’s do it
big structure
i guess i’m the bad guy, i let off shots, to protect the block i guess you could say i’m the bad guy (big structure)
(look, look)

[verse 1]
i was so focused up, but i’m back on my grit sh*t (f*ck that sh*t)
but the bullets it’s exploding his dirt bike
if you ride through my block trying to hit sh*t (grrah*grrah boom* boom)
look, everyone think i’m a bully (bully), they intimidated by the hoodie (uh*huh)
that pocket rocket in my sweater i’m loving this weather
i feel like a boogie (grrah*grrah boom)
i guess i’m the bad guy, cause i let off shots to protect the block (grrah, grrah)
i guess you could say i’m the bad guy (uh*huh)
i don’t ever panic when i see the opp’s (at all)
so, they label me the bad guy
i be really speeding dippin’ on the cops, i ain’t taking no tracks (at all, at all) so don’t ask why
task force, black ops
he gon’ end up like* (grrah, grrah, grrah)

(verse 2)
anything to bring them bands through
never let em’ tell you what you can’t do
with the big whoops if you dare shoot
we’ll get a n*gga flight cancelled
if it’s beef we gon’ damage that (damage that)
that money too large need a bandage wrap
keep that glock on my waist like a f*nny pack
and i’m shooting one hand like i’m handicapped so (grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
so don’t think about doing that (at all)
because imma’ pop out and start shooting that (grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
you lil’ n*ggas watch out who you shootin’ at (uh*huh)
your body and mind don’t approve of that (at all)
them hollows exploding his face (his face)
now they can’t identify the victim (at all)
got your family looking like “who is that”
your whole family looking like* (oh god)
[?] don’t miss him when he with that glock (at all)
he really hit too many of the opp’s (grrah, grrah)
brodie [?] for the block (grrah, grrah, bap, bap)
i might shoot the witness he a opp (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
my n*gga really sittin’ on the rock (f*ck, free nine)

hol’ on, don’t stop (i never stop)

[verse 3]
don’t stop (don’t stop), keep cl!ckin’ (grrah)
send that f*ck boy to the cemetery (bap, bap, bap)
ya’ treesh, she missing, i got her legs up, missionary
and these [?] get out my way (way)
i’m movin’ hot movin’ t*razy (t*razy)
tell your family go get a he*rs* cuz’ i’m uppin’ first with that little .380 (grrah, grrah, boom)

[verse 4]
they know that (they know that)
them structure n*ggas bring the pressure (pressure)
ask bizzy banks why you stressin’ (stressin’)
ain’t no other n*ggas do it better
they know that (they know that)
look, i’ve been trappin, jiggin any weather (trappin, jiggin any weather)
that pocket rocket in my sweater (pocket rocket in my sweater)

(grrah, grrah, grrah) (grrah, grrah)
cause we don’t f*ck around
i told j.j to gun him down (grrah, grrah, boom)
he get hurt for a couple pounds
that’s how my n*ggas stuntin’ now (bands bands)
straight to the business (b*tch)
rooga might hunt him down
demon got gun around (grrah, grrah)
structure that message (grrah, grrah)
tryna’ play gang opposition
they see the vision
(gang, gang, gang)

[verse 5]
i tap that trigger it stay on repeat, uhh (stay on repeat)
if you my enemy, please try your best to compete
you gon’ be facin’ defeat (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
r.i.p all of my homies deceased, they chillin’ smokin’ n’ some dope on the beach
when [?] come home he gon’ f*ck on a treesh
[?] (bands, bands, bands)

[?] * just cuz’ what i had on my feet (bands, bands, bands)
versace my jacket, versace my tee
versace my jacket, versace my tee
[?] * just cuz’ what i had on my feet (bands, bands)
versace my jacket (bands, bands, bands), versace my tee
when [?] come home he gon’ f*ck on a treesh (bands, bands, bands)
[last verse]
i guess i’m the bad guy, cause i let off shots to protect the block
i guess you could say i’m the bad guy
i don’t ever panic when i see the opp’s, so they label me the bad guy
i be really speeding dippin’ on the cops, i ain’t taking no tracks so don’t ask why
task force, black ops
he gon’ end up like the last opp (grahh)
(so i guess i’m the)

- leeky g bando

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