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bad af - yung nation lyrics

[intro]
glizzy, what you cooking up?
yeah, nation iyess

[chorus]
my b*tch is bad as the f*ck and i’m talking that sh*t
but i’m backing it up
n*ggas be talking that sh*t and if you reach for my neck
then i’m blasting them up
my b*tch is bad as the f*ck and she tatted as f*ck
and she ratchet as f*ck
we get the blue strips and digits i swear to god
we just be adding it up

[verse 1]
yeah, yeah, my cheese got blue strips, yeah
and the ak got a grip, yeah
shoot a p*ssy n*gga in the hip
shoot him and make him bumpaclot dip
phil came through with the 4/5th nupid leave your block on tilt
i hate how the stupid b*tch built, woo
smoking on cookies or bubba
little b*tch know you in trouble
make the money back then double
f*ck on the b*tch show muscle
you know i ball like russell
chopper making you do the cupid shuffle
imma let it burn like usher
[chorus]
my b*tch is bad as the f*ck and i’m talking that sh*t
but i’m backing it up
n*ggas be talking that sh*t and if you reach for my neck
then i’m blasting them up
my b*tch is bad as the f*ck and she tatted as f*ck
and she ratchet as f*ck
we get the blue strips and digits i swear to god
we just be adding it up

[verse 2: erica banks]
b*tch, i’ma slide on a hoe in a minute
beat up the b*tch you and me hoe we different
he cook up the sh*t and the bricks up in the kitchen
ain’t sh*t to pull up to come see how we living
start acting tuff and put a price on your head
boys in the hood put them dice in your hand
f*ck i look like for the price of a band
i’m expensive as sh*t i take flight on demand
b*tch, i’m a hustler i need me a shoebox
i can’t have 1 and be done i need 2 thots
thought he bought one but he said he bought two glocks
plus if you tripping he did he got two shots
beam on your sh*t they gone aim he got two dots
watch on my left and my right i got two clocks
stay out the way don’t pull up when it’s too hot
say he got pressure then what you gone do bout it?
talk out yo mouth and don’t talk out yo neck… b*tch
we don’t pull up on no hoe to come flex… b*tch
took that boy out cause he told all his checks
and hoe it ain’t no beef but hoe ain’t no respect, b*tch
[chorus]
my b*tch is bad as the f*ck and i’m talking that sh*t
but i’m backing it up
n*ggas be talking that sh*t and if you reach for my neck
then i’m blasting them up
my b*tch is bad as the f*ck and she tatted as f*ck
and she ratchet as f*ck
we get the blue strips and digits i swear to god
we just be adding it up

[verse 3]
my b*tch p*ssy codeine pink
diamonds on me singing like n’sync
diamonds on me looking like an ice rink
been a millionaire f*ck what y’all think
havoc in this b*tch, yeah, we mob deep
y’all trick on b*tches not me
me and reed bun b pimp c
play with a real n*gga you’ll see
i’m a top dawg n*gga tde
my b*tch p*ssy wetter than the sea
i can’t take out she be k!lling me
give the p*ssy all my abilities
smoking backwoods till infinity
let the choppa sing like a symphony
might take 10 bricks to tennessee
all these rappers really little mini me’s, uh

- yung nation lyrics

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