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bad day in paradise - woodie smalls lyrics

[intro]
doo-doo-doo, doo-doo

[verse 1]
uh, tell the preacher i’m sorry for all the sh-t i did (yeah)
would love to f-ck you twice, but b-tch, you too sensitive (yeah)
i’m used to spreading love, but n-gg-s too negative
i’m never choking
they love to talk, but they never focus
i got my own company, i ain’t never votin’
i need a topic for this all because the camera’s rolling
so now i’m up in the hills, and i got money to spill
still rolling with my n-gg-s, still, this music sh-t inks
now they saying that i changed it, i ain’t even copped the races
so’s that, the money makes n-gg-s turn mad
tryna reach me but i’m too far ahead
lotta sh-t on my mind, but still, f-ck it, i’m glad
i’m twenty years old, and i don’t depend on my dad
reached the pinnacle
n-gg-s lacking confidence, they can’t look in the mirror though
smokin’ all this bud, ah, it got a n-gg- spiritual
never heard about me, still, they’re screaming all my lyrics yo
you see, i beat the game, and ain’t nothing changed
vibing to the rhythm, ’bout to do it again
my momma’s feeding, making pizza, and she give me the bread
give a f-ck about these rappers, ’cause these n-gg-s is lame
money, p-ssy, drugs, sh-t, what is the topic again?
i go from city to city, i’m ’bout to sleep on a plane
look at these people in the crowd, man, they yelling my name
took a trip to the states, now everything ’bout to change

[chorus]
i tell ’em run that back because i’m steady with it (woah)
i’m finna pop any man because i’m steady with it (woah)
i make the crowd go nuts because i’m steady with it (woah)
dj, bring it back, you know i’m steady with it (woah)
i tell ’em run that back because i’m steady with it (woah)
i’m finna pop any man because i’m steady with it (woah)
i make the crowd go nuts because i’m steady with it (woah)
dj, bring it back, you know i’m steady with it (woah)

[verse 2]
uh, so back and forth we go
i used to be so broke, i almost sold that blow
just tryna get that dough
was tryna paint a little picture of a money-making n-gg-
but i had to be patient
it’s cool, i was a piece of trash
tryna make this money fast (money)
the newspaper writing sh-t about my music fast
well, here’s a picture of my d-ck to make the visual last (yeah)
i had to ditch my old manager, he stil in cash (woah)
interviews, and f-cking in the views
and if these n-gg-s talking lot, then i’ll just hit the snooze
they claim that i ain’t sh-t, but still, they watch my moves
and i’ve been opening doors for n-gg-s, have you seen the news?
so many b-tches on my d-ck, see i just pick and choose (yeah)
i ain’t been home for a week, i had to pay my dues
see, i go off for this sh-t, i smoke a pound with my b-tch
i took a trip to the states, i had to figure some sh-t
came stocked now, ’til a n-gg- rich as a b-tch
these n-gg-s never been my friends, they push me off of that cliff
she rode a mile on that d-ck
i can’t wait ’til i spend a little check on my wrist
what’s the problem with these n-gg-s? they suspicious as sh-t
nothing but love for these people that’s supporting my sh-t
i told my n-gg-s never worry, man we ’bout to get rich
wanna forget about the past, that’s why i smoke and i sip
and only god can judge a n-gg-, so don’t be bugging my sh-t

[outro: excerpt from the basketball diaries]
“you ready? listen, i forgot to tell you – don’t tell the other guys, but when we leave here, i have a surprise for you.”
“tell me what it is!”
“it’s a surprise, trust me, all right?”
“ow, don’t mess around man!
“alright, you ready?”
“come on, man.”
“alright, ready? let’s jump. on three. you ready?”
“uh huh.”
one, two, three.

- woodie smalls lyrics

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