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baad kid maad city - why g lyrics

[intro]
probably got you down by the end of the song
probably, probably got you down by the end of the song
probably, probably got you down by the end of the song
probably got you down by the*

[chorus]
i’m a real bad kid from a real mad city
i was really in compton with my glizzy (yeah)
buyin lean, [?], n*gga miskeen (b*tch)
i was really cooking chicken high heat
when you cooking kentucky kfc (woo)
this good yute way different from me
don’t say cro, you ain’t my crodie

[verse 1]
you will get shot with a nine or 40 (lah lah)
wassas in la moving like kobe
court 45 bet the k!llers so {?]
it’s hard to describe
never searched kendrick music one time
but i really got hittas in cali doing crimе
and they do it off luck cause they alrеady shine
and they know i got bodies i’m already slime
i just googled his addy, it ain’t hard to find
i’m a thousandaire but got a millionaire mind
you ain’t got no blammy [?]
i got k!llas worldwide and they got the green light
whatever they say then boy it’s on sight
talking too crazy but you never drilled in your life
i just hit the neatway and then wipe him down nice
i can get you flipped i just press on my device
and them k!llers pop out and send you jesus christ
you goofy ass n*gga you weird in canada
we don’t bump you over here
the ten mili’ glizzy will knock off your beard
oops, my bad i meant your veneers
got me and your shooters, they not even scared
if we get to drizzy, someone get aired
we pull up with sitchies n0body get spared
(aaah)
[verse 2]
he got wet, he got shot, he got drenched, he got knocked
all my wassas in cali they all keep a knock
turn hollywood driftwood you know we on hots
they scared of the system come here and get lost
you dying for nyash you get lost in the nans
i dirty the stick and then toss in the pond
i’m moolah the king on the board you the p*wn
the 40 it got a built in beam drawn
[?]
no cosmo and wanda cause i pop this wand
and metro b*tchass probably makes beats in thongs
number 35 everyday i read those songs
and the money right up in my lap and my palm
step back, drench him, ain’t tryna fight
lax p*ssy boy just booked my fight
gun him down by the end of the song that’s tonight
this the vanishya clip this is for the right price
you know who to go p*ssy get off your hype
couldn’t survive in toronto, you’ll die
i f*ck only bad b*tches tell em i shine
tell my backdoor mami right now is your time
and it’s only americans, easy to line
thief in the night but we stealing your soul
we ain’t wavin no white flag like j cole
[?]
my gun rip the bulletproof vest in your clothes
put a bomb on his car press a b*tton explode
k!ll a opp by myself walk him down then i drove
he said crodie and got a real hitta involved
buss his head with the red but guarantee won’t get solved
shoot sh*t in la just like [?]
i f*ck with her good life just like lil duval
[chorus]
i’m a real bad kid from a real mad city
i was really in compton with my glizzy (yeah)
buyin lean, [?], n*gga miskeen (b*tch)
i was really cooking chicken high heat
when you cooking kentucky kfc (woo)
this good yute way different from me
don’t say cro, you ain’t my crodie

- why g lyrics

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