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the rad - 401k lyrics

[intro]
so i got all these f*cking bad b*tches hittin’ on my phone
i got to go get a second f*cking phone, alright
i got like 2000 text messages a day man
i don’t know who’s giving out my f*cking number to these b*tches man but i’m too f*ckin’ famous these days alright
god f*ckin’ dammit stop giving out my number
too many b*tches got my number
stop it
you feeling it
bad b*tches, bad b*tches, bad
bad b*tches, bad b*tches, bad
bad b*tches, bad b*tches, bad

[verse 1: jona]
a pitiful excuse for what you’re father was and that’s clear
you won’t even recover from the sh*t that happened last year
wanna get it right huh? liquor every night huh?
drink coors light cause your sh*ts not tight huh?
if you had a name you’ve officially defamed it
i bet you in a year 401 will be famous
and maybe i could meet couple names off the a list
and show w*lly macy what it means to be shameless

[chorus]
the bad b*tches and the rad b*tches in the back
savages, ravage then attack
supposed to stay but never coming back
supposed to stay but never coming back
the bad b*tches and the rad b*tches in the back
savages, ravage then attack
supposed to stay but never coming back
supposed to stay but never coming back
[verse 2: jona]
baby gotta hit list i hope i’m on her wishlist
get this, rich sh*t, broke but got nice sh*t
beats me with iced fists, i hope she not in isis
she’s always in a crisis but her p*ssy is priceless
indicted so she’ll miss me this christmas
i’m just listless strung out on b*tches
addicted i scratched it, i itched it
i admit it, i’m f*cked up i’m twisted
so are you, you want it, you miss it
come back home, we’ll fondle, you’ll kiss it
we look good, close knit like we mittens
drive to shows in cars that are kitted
started out fine but now it is hollow
so grab the wallets, the cups, keys, the fronto
don’t come back, go back to your condo
i don’t wanna ever see you on my front lawn though

[verse 3: lorenzo ransom]
used to be a good girl, now she got attitude
wanted to be a misses, now she really missed you
guess your excuses, have been excused
and you wonder why you stay accused
was ahead of the class
now you dropped outta syracuse
couch surfing on anybody’s else’s living room
process of finding you got you so confused
so typical, but don’t be so critical
excuse me while i may interrupt
now can i touch? i’m drinking far too much
said you wasn’t leaving now we rushed
blunts been facing, nothing new we stuck
promise you the world i’m far too kind
said he wasn’t leaving that’s a lie
don’t know what i’m speaking, i’m out my mind
bad b*tches never hard to find

- 401k lyrics

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