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Bad Boys

Album: Bad Boys Durasi: 3:38

I don't got her number

I don't got her number

Up and disappear like a post on Tumblr

Up and disappear like Samantha Mumba

Up and disappear like gas in a Hummer

I don't got her number

I don't got her number

Tongue got me stuck

Call it Dumb and Dumber

Never gave no fuck

Starin' like a cuck

Gang in this bitch

Like wolfgang puck

Niggas moving snow like SSX Tricky

I don't fuck with rats, so I don't watch Disney

Steady talking shit, that's how you come up missin'

We the bad boys, like Detroit Pistons

Brand new Benz that bitch go

"Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, peow"

Your bitch thinks that I'm so cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cute

Push back on it like a cuticle, cuticle

Disappear like where my roof at

The roof at (Skrrt)

Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal

Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal

Ay, ay

Once upon a time it wasn't long ago

I know that you heard these stories all before

We just did a jugg, ayy, what you call a show

I sleep in a high tower like Steve Harvey show

She drop a jaw like we rob Deebo, uh

That's on mamas like I'm a Migo (Mama!)

I don't need no rapper plug, no co (Signer)

They was jumping off the porch, coyote roadrunner

Back again Fabo, D-4L, ay what's happening

Adamant, I die for this shit, Colin Kaepernick

Book smart, where that heart, she still act like a ratchet chick

Rapper shit, knew I had a hit, so what's the etiquette

Yuh, y'all know I'm me, I'm a star, I don't drop beans

Huh, I'm the best alive, no ain't Carter III

Uh, From Chicago though, still tote Carhartt fleece

Disappear, long live to the dead, ayy, R.I.P

Brand new Benz that bitch go

"Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, peow"

Your bitch thinks that I'm so cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cute

Push back on it like a cuticle, cuticle

Disappear like where my roof at

The roof at (skkrrt)

Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal

Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal

Gritty young and tender like my chicken, sauce like teriyaki

Wake up with a vixen, reindeer, I slay tsunami (Slayer)

Bravo to my boy, long live that nigga Johnny (Player)

Smelly pipe be yelly, yeah, you know I keep it on me

290 I was on it, O'Hare to LAX

Shawty kinda polar, bi be the sex

And her system feeling solar, that full moon effect

Late night talking, you know bold be the texts

Keep it risky publicly and private kissy

Freak on like Missy, she just trying to get my goo

Safety off, raw form when I shoot

You can hate me now, not when I see you in a shiny suit

Headwrap, big yak with your favorite one

Henny and a pack, since a nigga had the flavor buns

Big dog on campus, beijing major what I majored in

Long range on the sixteen, call me pager then

Brand new Benz that bitch go

"Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, peow"

Your bitch thinks that I'm so cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cute

Push back on it like a cuticle, cuticle

Disappear like where my roof at

The roof at (Skkrrt)

Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal

Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal