Bad Boys Lyrics

BBMC

GFR GFR your folk rap star

I ain't care

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

BBMC

My girlfriend inquires me about my town

I am a descendent of robbers and nowhere to be found permanently

"What is your ride and what is your plan", she asks

"Riding on Porsche Carrera and Mid night party", I reply

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

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She demands a diamond ring from me

While never picks up my phone as I call

"Please take me to the party I wanna dance," she says

She expects romance selfishly without giving back

"Cool down my love Just don't rush"

"Would you like to have 10 diamond rings rather than one?"

Your lover with a magical aura owns a diamond business

You can open my vault with the "KOHINOOR" password

A penthouse party is turning up under the light of stars

Successors of robbers have gathered again

We the bad boys bad boys bad boys

We the bad boys bad boys bad boys

We the bad boys bad boys bad boys

We the bad boys bad boys bad boys

All of the heart stealers are my guests today

They are fashionable mischievous-natured hunks

Like a tiger searching for his prey in the jungle (each of my friends is)

Like a flying serpent, each of my friends is

We are rocking and rolling in full swing

They say me blunt who never mince words

It's twilight and there will be a meeting

Gafal's gang will be roaring with luxury cars

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

Desi's grand party is trumpeting out big time

KAMA KATTA MARU has landed again

East and West both are ours we announce

I have the world under my feet and I have you beside me

They call me that Robinhood in the whole world

"Tell me the sweet pie do you feel good?"

"Why do you shake slightly while you dance?"

"You the Juliet of mine, Take this Tiffany ring"

Rags to the Riches yea we're really going down aye

Dropping all my money on my billion-dollar crown aye

I'm at the top wearing A folk rapper crown aye

Sitting on my throne and I'm proud to be brown aye

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy

The death is dancing overheads of "Peaky Blinders"

The songs about our prestige hit the backs of people like bullets

"Folk rap king" they call you Gafal

They call me Che Guevara (the romantic poet) being rebellious from the world

I am a descendent of robbers and nowhere to be found permanently

I am a descendent of robbers and nowhere to be found permanently

What is about Dogar(Informer of British police)?

***Send HIM Canada***