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bad! (single version) - prodak42117 lyrics

[part i]

[intro: frank whaley & samuel l. jackson]
why?
english motherf*cker!
do you speak it?
yes
then you know what, i’ll say it
what?
say what again, say what again!
i dare you, i double dare you motherf*cker!
say what one more godd*mn time!
he’s black
does he look like a b*tch?

[chorus: kanye west]
somebody
gotta be the bad guy
i had a bad day at work
don’t wanna have a bad night, ayy

[verse 1: kanye west & tyga]
woo! toppin’ on like i’m nina
woo! toppin’ on, you gon’ need one
woo! if i say somethin’ indecent
woo! she gon’ suck me off like a capri*sun
haan?
you see this coat?
mothaf*cka ask where i got the fleece from
lookin’ for the competition, i don’t see none
they tell me be humble, tell ’em be somethin’
my two b*lls make her bust three nuts
drink it out the bottle then i poured it on her d*cups (haan)
ball so hard, i went d1
jumped over the jumpman, just stumped the tree stump (woo!)
[verse 2: young thug & kanye west]
real beast, y’all lil’ n*ggas feast (brrat)
hunnid thousand, spend it on mickey d’s (what?)
make one phone call, get them b’s out (hah)
n*ggas quick to start sh*t and then plead out
n*ggas sh*ttin’ on these n*ggas, baby, flee out (yeah, hoe)
hunnid thousand dollars on these shoes, n*gga, flee out (please)
rings on my finger so bad, godd*mn, it’s equator
f*ck is you talkin’ ’bout, b*tch, you offended me
i was sittin’ on like 14, 15 acres
checkin’ ’em off when you n*ggas is into me
but i’m still a young hood n*gga, still basic cable
‘fore i go turn it out, i bet i can, ah
and i still got a b*tch in the back, not stable
jumpin’ up off, you better get out, ah

[chorus: kanye west & young thug]
somebody
gotta be the bad guy (hey, hey, hey)
i had a bad day at work (thugger, thugger, thugger)
don’t wanna have a bad night (do it)

[refrain: young thug & kanye west]
i ain’t new to this sh*t, f*ck*n*gga
i’m trappin’ from the other side
so get outta your seat, stand up (woo!)
stand up (stand up, stand up, stand up)
a f*ck*n*gga hate me while his old lady partic*p*te
please tell that lil’ n*gga man up (lil’ n*gga, stand up, woo, woo)
stand up (lil’ n*gga, stand up)
stand up (hey, hey)
hey, hey, stand up, stand up, stand up (we)
[verse 3: young thug]
first of all, let me tell you somethin’, boy
i don’t give no f*ck ’bout no n*ggas (woo!)
i don’t give no f*ck, i’m not givin’ two f*cks
roll up and pop one of these n*ggas (blat)
i do this sh*t for my woadies (woo)
you do this sh*t for your shorty, you b*tch
shut the f*ck n*gga, fresh out of the bottle
the hood be callin’, sell the plug
i’ma wipe a n*gga nose, shatter like a picture
i’ma f*ck his ho like these b*tches up on this missile
i’ma get a whole lotta lead for these pistols
and my money long like the nose on a prince (prince, prince)
but she gon’ f*ck, she write, no pen
but you know i’m gon’ suspend her

[refrain: young thug]
i ain’t new to this sh*t, f*ck*n*gga
i’m trappin’ from the other side
so get outta your seat, stand up (woo!)
stand up (stand up, stand up, stand up)
a f*ck*n*gga hate me while his old lady partic*p*te
please tell that lil’ n*gga man up (lil’ n*gga, stand up, woo, woo)
stand up (lil’ n*gga, stand up)
stand up (hey, hey)
hey, hey, stand up, stand up, stand up
[chorus: kanye west]
somebody
gotta be the bad guy
i had a bad day at work
don’t wanna have a bad night

[part ii]

[segue: kanye west]
yeah

[verse 4: kanye west]
i’m always in them “i ain’t never seen those”
750 color palette mean though
on my queen’s toes, valentinos
in the winter time wearin’ spring clothes
rap tarantino, off a couple glasses of the pino
uh, they say yeezy gon’ sell out
i guess you right if you see how much i pre*sold
if they knew they was slaves, i coulda freed more
and really, what the f*ck is freedom?
’cause anybody thinkin’ that we free dumb
kids out here in the streets dyin’ three young
so i keep my hoodie on like trayvon
if i pull up on your block, the whole street run
this ain’t nothin’ new, though, it’s a rerun

[part iii]

[chorus 2: young thug & dj pharris]
i can see that bullsh*t from a mile away (see it)
you can stack my money ’bout a mile away (stack it)
i got three white b*tches like it’s powder day (white)
mink coat with the rolls like a shar pei
and all of my b*tches s*xy, call them barbies (s*xy)
she lookin’ back like i’m flexin’, baby, no way (uh*uh)
and lately, i been on that d’usse, yee (this chicago, n*gga)

[verse 5: young thug]
if i need some racks, i’ma flip me some packs (packs)
i talk like i want and she don’t say nothin’ back (uh)
if cops pull up, i put that crack in my crack (woo*woo)
or i put that brack in my brack (brack)
call little shawty, made her f*ck on my brodie
if you don’t owe me, b*tch, still act like you owe me (ayy)
i promise i won’t ever quit, b*tch, i’m kobe (ayy)
and i whip that white, you can snow me

[verse 6: kanye west & dj pharris]
rich n*gga, still eatin’ catfish
that b*tch ain’t really bad, that’s a catfish
if i walk up out of saks fifth
have the paparazzi doin’ backflips, yeah
if i lay you down on the mattress
blow the back out ’til you backless
think we already established
she just got ’em done, bra strapless (this chicago, n*gga)

[verse 7: young thug]
no, they won’t tease on that d*ck, they won’t read on that d*ck
they won’t leash on that d*ck, don’t felicia that d*ck (agh)
mamacita that d*ck, they gon’ snitch on that d*ck (agh, agh, agh)
and she screamin’ loud, she can’t secret that d*ck (ahh)
mama a beast on that d*ck
if she bad, i’ma gon’ an’ four season that b*tch (what?)
eat that, lil’ b*tch, i’ma feast that lil’ b*tch, mm

[instrumental outro]

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