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bad boy - fl lotto lyrics

ay (x4)
(big dope)

(verse)
i can’t fit the pack in my sock… or my pocket
that means that i’m copping a lot
and i dont much trap like that neither
i sell what i need so its free and go smoke in the lot
and all of the sh*t that i write? i would die for
so to say that it’s meaning a lot for the people who say that you’re fans ** is an understatement
i’m just inundated by the thought
and b*tch im on the clock, working all d*mn day
(tick, tick, tick, tick, tock)
god! i hate a 9*5 so i’m working 5*9 praying that this sh*t’ll stop
and i dont really pray and ask for a lot
but i think i might need me a blessing n*gga
with the way that these times have been going, i think i might have to go get me a wesson n*gga
and then

(chorus; x2)
hit the l!ck and pistol whip the fool
i pass em off, no pistons dude
but i’m a bad boy
handy manny, i grip the tool
mouth full of gold man, it glistens when i drool
i’m just on a higher level like i’m sitting on a stool, or a ladder
baddest b*tches gon lay it out like a platter
make a splatter when we all done
sh*t, i probably gotta take me 2 or 3 just to be on one
(verse)
roll up another, i got that sh*t covered like sherman
she all in my clothes like detergent
i’m spitting that sermon but slurring my words way too often, it sounds like i’m speaking in cursive
i keep me a virgin, a freak, and a freak that i met as a virgin
we all in the cut like a surgeon
i’m urging you not to get a n*gga started
i’m purging on you, now you dearly departed
i pardoned myself from the pity party i was part of that came from the way i was brought up
i slaughter this beat and then feed her my meat like some fodder
i’ve fought off depression, the f*ck is brawl?
muhf*cka come get it, i’ll give to you all
i’m balling spring, summer, winter, and fall
step back and that jumper go right in yo jaw
i just jump out the gym and then dunk on yo dawg
i like my s*x raw
so i can go right in that p*ssy, nosedive in that p*ssy
and baby i know that its mine cause you gushin
that kush make it feel like a cushion
its right for the pushin, and i ain’t gon bullsh*t you neither
i ball while you be in the bleachers
the blunt packed with indica and a sativa
so know imma be wreaking, better hope i’m not tweaking cause i just might

(chorus)

- fl lotto lyrics

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