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the bad guy - cashpaid elway lyrics

[intro]
y’all are a bunch of assh0l*s
you know why?
ya’ll don’t got the guts to be who yo wanna be
you need people like me
you need people like me so you can pr*ck your f*cking fingers
i said, that’s the bad guy

[verse]
see, i don’t think these n*ggas ready though
rock up in the club, and go dumb, call me radio
turnt all the way up, like the car stereo
call me bernie sanders cos’ i’m trying to hit larry’s hoe
bump me in the club, b*tch, you better play your burial
i wake up getting money, you wake up being cereal
what you had for breakfast? a little bowl of cheerios?
meanwhile i made a ten piece that’s a demerol
n*gga, and i don’t tolerate no disrespect
man i got my foot on all these n*ggas’ neck
put your money on the ground, n*gga that’s a bet
cheating on them dice and i’m gonna smoke you like cigarette
ay, what the f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
i’m getting money, y’all ain’t going home with these women
put a couple hundred on the phone for my n*ggas
pimping hoes, stealing like jerome to these b*tches
you ain’t get no money boy, sit it down
put some k!llers on your head, i’m about to send them now
free my n*ggas off them chains, took that sh*t to trial
you don’t look dog, bet you eat puppy chow
i was born a bad boy, like one on puffy chows
use to be broke, used to hear my stomach growl
came on my d*ck and bad b*tch is stomach now
[?]
if it’s beef, it’s on sight, i don’t f*ck around
put some fire to that boil like he want to black him out
he in the icu, and i ain’t talking vows
call his ass at a show and shot through the crowd
i let us see my n*ggas eat, that sh*t made me proud
i f*ck my b*tch best friend, i’m steppin’ out of bounds
making plays in the o’, like i’m a cleveland brown
they trynna stop me from ballin’, ref, that’s a foul
you mad at the boss cos’ your b*tch thirsty?
so you wanna internet, start a controversy?
get your black ass melted, look like a bar of hershey’s?
swear to god you n*ggas funnier than eddie murphy
so ma’ i gotta go to court like frank murphy
hired a jew for a lawyer so i ain’t worried
heard i got a main judge, hope he show mercy
oh imma turn up in this b*tch like i’m on ten perkins
hop on instagram, my dm be slappin’
i’m trynna f*ck b*tch, enough with the chattin’
she dropped her location, i pull up and grab her
she sucking d*ck in the car, this b*tch about action
i’ve been about action, been about stackin’
my shoes $1,400, now been about fashion
gloss all on her face, how i pay for them lashes
put a bullet in your son, go pay for his casket
what i tell you n*ggas ’bout that clout chasing
put that chopper to his head, now about facing
i be wondering with my dogs so i can dalmatian
matter of fact, i’m with the army, like the salvation
b*tch i’m tied*in like my shoe strings
you n*ggas really b*tches with your mood swings
i had to work for y’all hard, cos i move things
like the stock boy in the market, b*tch i move beans
one thing about me? i don’t trust sh*t
you might just be a snitch, white boy rick
i don’t do construction but i stack bricks
[?} neiman marcus and saks 5th
i got to where i’m at cos’ i take risk
playin’ roles of holes like i take d*ck
i don’t wanna f*ck with your b*tch she can’t take d*ck
dumb b*tch still wearing k*swiss
[outro]
ay, f*ck you man!
who put this thing together? me!
that’s who!
who do i trust? me!

- cashpaid elway lyrics

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