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i'm bad - boosie badazz lyrics

[intro]
boosie
mom i’m sorry for being a bad boy

[verse 1]
no rappers spittin’ lyrics like i can
i take a p-ssy -ss n-gga and put his face in the sand
all the s-xy ladies love me, man i’m fresh as can be
bad boy reputation, i keep hitters with me
head strictly for the top and i’m gettin’ them figures
might not stop for the cops ’cause they k!llin’ us n-ggas
got the whole world jumpin’, people know all my raps
bad b-tches screamin’ my name, n-ggas givin’ me dap
out of jail, back on the map, almost a hundred a show
i’m like starbucks coffee n-gga, i’m everywhere that you go
i don’t care ’bout your favorite rapper, i’m the realest to blow
steppin’ on the f-ckin’ game like i stepped on that c0ke

[chorus]
and i’m bad (bad, bad, bad)
bad boy (bad, bad, bad), boosie
and i’m bad (bad, bad, bad)
bad boy (b-b-bad, b-b-b, b-b, b-b-b)

[verse 2]
i’m like floyd, i’m so undefeated
music is my way of life, i need it, i breathe it
turn up the mic and hear the sounds of a gangster
five years inside a hole really f-cked up my thinkin’
diamonds shinin’, neck is blindin’, f-e-d’s on my trail
n-ggas gettin’ my album tatted, touchdown 2 cause h-ll
ridin’ ’round in that rolls royce with the stars in the roof
system labelled me a k!ller and the magazine too
so what they do? spread they lies then they stick in a needle
make me out an animal, and you people believe it
guess i’m a bad bad boy, motherf-ckin’ bad boy
gold t–th, gold jewelry n-gga, bad boy
b-ss stompin’ through the speakers and i’m k!llin’ the beat
i ain’t met a n-gga yet spit this sh-t like me
they call me boosie badazz, to the police, we don’t talk n-gga
f-ck every clothing line, wear jewel house n-gga

[chorus]
and i’m bad (bad, bad, bad)
bad boy (bad, bad, bad), boosie
and i’m bad (bad, bad, bad)
bad boy (b-b-bad, b-b-b, b-b, b-b-b)

[verse 3]
it’s like i rose from the dead ’cause they counted me out
ever since i been released i been the talk of the talk
my daughter told you i was comin’, she went viral for that
told y’all that the streets was mine, she wasn’t lyin’ ’bout that
now everything i touch is gold, i’m the best at this rap
we live like the italians, we got morals and values
i break a muscle pound man all the way to his feet
cut that n-gga in his head and put his face in the sink
i come to lay it down and conquer, it won’t be long
samsung, man y’all need a boosie badazz phone
i got b-tches by the dozens, all kind of complexions
in my jacuzzi poppin’ bottles, and all of us naked

[chorus]
and i’m bad (bad, bad, bad)
bad boy (bad, bad, bad), boosie
and i’m bad (bad, bad, bad)
bad boy (b-b-bad, b-b-b, b-b, b-b-b)

- boosie badazz lyrics

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