I'm Bad

Give me that walkie-talkie

New niggas can't rap quite like I can

I just landed in Japan with a blunt in my hand

Bobby Ray, got a bitch for each B in my name

The only thing missing from my dick is her [?]

I'm magnificent k-k-k- I be killing shit

Crime scene too dirty, they left a fingerprint

Oh you gangsta of the year huh

Bet if I threw your mixtape out of my window you shed a tear huh

I know the game ain't the way it work

She wanted me choke her, told her sign a waiver first

I'm talking paperwork, paperwork, body search

When they hundred bitches falling like life alert

And I don't want no praise, I don't want no debt

So many agents on my page think my phone is tapped

She tells me "Bobby Ray you always drip the hardest"

Call it jaws, pussy wetter then the sharks fin

I'm Bad (O-b, b-o o-b, b-o-b, b-o-b)

Think I'm gonna need backup (O-b, b-o o-b, b-o-b, b-o-b)

Think I'm gonna need backup

I'm a bad mothafu- I'm a- I'm a bad mothafu- I'm a- I'm a ba-

I'm a bad madafucka even worse [?] physical

Fuck her like my dick gon' get residual

Picasso with the visuals

Came out the womb walked out on a hospital bill

My lifestyle is a taboo, she a bad bitch but can't sit through a tattoo

That clit big as a [?]

Tryna' hide this boner like I'm smuggling statues

That ain't your hubby just a nigga you live with

Fuck on a little bit and split out her bills with

You split 'cause he found he had a family in Memphis

And his kids go to clipston (to clipston?) to clipston

You want a nigga everyone ain't been with

But nigga's gone nigga I would say it's a slim pick

If love is a crime I got felonies

Baby momma's crushing like a jelly bean

I'm Bad

Crush you like a jelly bean

Crush you like a jelly bean

Crush you like a jelly bean

Crush you like a jelly bean

Crush you like a j- crush you like a-

Crush you like a j- crush you like a-

Jelly- jelly- jelly- jelly, j- j- jelly bean

My grandma [?] fat, and lived to be eighty

Nowadays niggas be dead 'fore they leave out of [?]

You ain't a mother, you ain't special, just a bitch with a baby

It's 2018. You still live in the 80's

Oh you a hotep, oh you a hotep

Oh you a king huh, well where your throne at

How you a rapper you ain't even got a song yet

Tryna' give your bitch your number you ain't even got a phone yet, yeah

And I'm a whole lot a trouble, you look confused: Uh what? A whole lotta puzzle

Deposing me, that's a whole lotta struggle

Like tryna' come out of a hole with a shovel

I can't take you to bed you too young at a head

You retarded, you specially ed

I'm public I don't care who looking

Fuck oreo I'm smoking girl scout cookies

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