Bad Boy ft. Korkormikor Lyrics

[ti:02 bad boy]

Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter

Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad

Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari

Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad

No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'

I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad

I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'

And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek

Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion

Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny

I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to–uh, yeah

You my dawg 'til we dead, not a question

But I can't fuck with you like I want 'cause you ratted

Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band'

And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin' on her

Half a million, I just did a warm up for half a million, uh, uh, mmm

I can buy the buildin'

I can rent this shit out or save it for the children

I can dead this shit out or give it to the villains

Somewhere they can hide when they do some killin'

All of the rides got grenade ceilings

Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million

Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter

Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad

Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari

Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad

No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'

I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad

I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'

And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin'

I be in the foreign, fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt)

Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn't decide which

Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch

Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah

Street chose me, I ain't never had to sign up

Then we hittin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up

Beep, beep, beep, that's me, nigga, get back

Real dopeboy, don't know how to work a CashApp

How many you got? I'll send it 'lone, bring the cash out

I been sippin' lean, 'bout to pee 'til I pass out

Went to sleep 'partment, woke up in the paradise

Niggas stealin' drip but it don't matter, they don't wear it right

They don't even speak but I can see I got 'em terrified

Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody

Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night

Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter

Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad

Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari

Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad

No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'

I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad

I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'

And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)

I ain't doin' no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)

We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)

I ain't goin' to a house for a meetin', yeah (Bad, bad, bad)

Pull up in a truck, any season

Niggas never comin' out, then we leavin'

How could nigga take a loss if he leavin'?

Quickly take off like I'm LeBron

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