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bad to see - valley crow lyrics

(valley crow)
we ain’t even grab the keys, no more getting pulled over on a bag of trees
treating every situation like i’m bad to see, know i keep it silent so you keep asking me. (uh)
something of a mastery, to make every situation such a blast for me
i’m treating every situation like i’m bad to see
i’m hot now, top down, so you hassle me

i do not get faded
but i stay nappy high like my buzz been dated
keeping in contact with girls that i been dated
just to say no to me like my d*ck’s been plaguing
give a f*ck ’bout the money that i have been making, but f*ck your fav cuz the throne has just been taken
and if you doubt me i promise you’re mistaken
i am the realest your b*tch*made has been fakin’

foreign friends got my back hard, patting on the back pocket just to feel the trump card
so sorry baby, but the front is really what’s hard, and if you really feeling sober, we get in my car
my living room’s a mess, so the bed is where we are. smoking on the sticky man this sh*t feels like tar
if she’s smiling while she’s going down, i did my part. weed, vibes, money s*x, treat it all like art

no shoutouts necessary, i got the team, we just the dispensary
i cannot tell if this girl is that into me, maybe her boyfriend is causing her misery
whatever though, i just pass the bowl. i am that hoe, f*ck another man’s woman unless she’s says no
tendencies to run rampant wherever i go, watch a hero make standard look exceptional

(aye, and i really didn’t know… if i was confident in this sh*t
but like my mom always told me…
“get down, get murked, stay down, or get turnt.”
**so i had to get turnt on it.)
we ain’t even grab the keys, no more getting pulled over on a bag of trees
treating every situation like i’m bad to see, know i keep it silent so you keep asking me. (uh)
something of a mastery, to make every situation such a blast for me
i’m treating every situation like i’m bad to see
i’m hot now, top down, so you hassle me

scr*ping the dirt off my side. ride the porsche on a sunday so it can say hi
on my higher class sh*t like my name’s semper fi, a bad taste in your mouth like these kids eating tide
i had to get off the niche, now you all stepping back cuz i f*ck with the beasts
swear these tigers and bears still got nothing on me, had to get with the pride just to get back in line
could not get with the times, all you rappers are lacking all the pop and crackle that my heat is packing
you struggle and starve while we’re over here snacking, like lunchable snacks in the back of ‘lac

had to go missing like darker than black
well guess who came back on his hannibal sh*t, on this cannibal sh*t, on this cannabis sh*t
while i’m rocking with streetz like i’m famous and sh*t

and yet i still ain’t on sh*t
call my idols “my idols” cuz they’re making it
even watsky got bars and that kid’s a poet
i got levels to go and my brothers know this, but i’m lacing it up on my toe*to*toe sh*t
dating to f*ck on my love*a*hoe sh*t
neon guts in my stomach, too sick with this lit
y’all can stay outta jail, y’all don’t f*ck with the kid

we ain’t even grab the keys, no more getting pulled over on a bag of trees
treating every situation like i’m bad to see, know i keep it silent so you keep asking me. (uh)
something of a mastery, to make every situation such a blast for me
i’m treating every situation like i’m bad to see
i’m hot now, top down, so you hassle me

- valley crow lyrics

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