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Bad Thoughts Video (MV)




Performed By: JE$$É
Length: 2:40
Written by: Jesse Reip




JE$$É - Bad Thoughts Lyrics




Yeahhh, no, no, no
Yeahh, Yeahh, Yeah

I'm rich right now
Yeah I got cash
Got a bad bitch
Wit a nice ass
She on me
Cuz' my whip fast
Roof tucked back
You best run fast
When its opp time
Yeah we bust caps
In the 4-0
Yeah we stay strapped
Got a fat ounce
And that shit gas
I'ma smoke up
Till' my lungs black

Don't ask me
'Bout my wrist watch
It's a rolly
Shit go tick tock
Got a big face
With some big rocks
Yo bitch on me
Told her get lost
I'm a young kid
Wit' some bad thoughts
Don't test me
Get yo shit rocked
Gucci on me
Down to my socks
Seen yo last song
Damn that shit flopped

Hit my phone asking if I got some plans
So I beat it up even tho she got a mans
Only smoke, we don't pop no f*cking xans
Snakes on my collar got me feel like the f*cking man

They said I couldn't do it, better look out
These chains on my neck cost a check now
I'm number 23 with the sit down
Bought an Off White tee wit some Louis V
Just to prove to everybody that I got some bands now
I be selling cookie better than any girl scout
Eyes on me better watch the way I step out
Last song did numbers so I crept out
Did a whole tape with the best out
When people hear my name they gon' sell out
When they feel my pain they gon' sit down
And listen to the things that i'm saying
So that they can tie their shit down
But right now i'm grinding so hard so that no-one can catch up
I'm in this for me so right now i'ma blow up
I pull up wit .40's and .50's we'll show ya
Right up to ya nose best watch out for it blow ya

I'm rich right now
Yeah I got cash
Got a bad bitch
Wit a nice ass
She on me
Cuz' my whip fast
Roof tucked back
You best run fast
When its opp time
Yeah we bust caps
In the 4-0
Yeah we stay strapped
Got a fat ounce
And that shit gas
I'ma smoke up
Till' my lungs black

Don't ask me
'Bout my wrist watch
It's a rolly
Shit go tick tock
Got a big face
With some big rocks
Yo bitch on me
Told her get lost
I'm a young kid
Wit' some bad thoughts
Don't test me
Get yo shit rocked
Gucci on me
Down to my socks
Seen yo last song
Damn that shit flopped
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Yeahhh, no, no, no
Yeahh, Yeahh, Yeah

I'm rich right now
Yeah I got cash
Got a bad bitch
Wit a nice ass
She on me
Cuz' my whip fast
Roof tucked back
You best run fast
When its opp time
Yeah we bust caps
In the 4-0
Yeah we stay strapped
Got a fat ounce
And that shit gas
I'ma smoke up
Till' my lungs black

Don't ask me
'Bout my wrist watch
It's a rolly
Shit go tick tock
Got a big face
With some big rocks
Yo bitch on me
Told her get lost
I'm a young kid
Wit' some bad thoughts
Don't test me
Get yo shit rocked
Gucci on me
Down to my socks
Seen yo last song
Damn that shit flopped

Hit my phone asking if I got some plans
So I beat it up even tho she got a mans
Only smoke, we don't pop no f*cking xans
Snakes on my collar got me feel like the f*cking man

They said I couldn't do it, better look out
These chains on my neck cost a check now
I'm number 23 with the sit down
Bought an Off White tee wit some Louis V
Just to prove to everybody that I got some bands now
I be selling cookie better than any girl scout
Eyes on me better watch the way I step out
Last song did numbers so I crept out
Did a whole tape with the best out
When people hear my name they gon' sell out
When they feel my pain they gon' sit down
And listen to the things that i'm saying
So that they can tie their shit down
But right now i'm grinding so hard so that no-one can catch up
I'm in this for me so right now i'ma blow up
I pull up wit .40's and .50's we'll show ya
Right up to ya nose best watch out for it blow ya

I'm rich right now
Yeah I got cash
Got a bad bitch
Wit a nice ass
She on me
Cuz' my whip fast
Roof tucked back
You best run fast
When its opp time
Yeah we bust caps
In the 4-0
Yeah we stay strapped
Got a fat ounce
And that shit gas
I'ma smoke up
Till' my lungs black

Don't ask me
'Bout my wrist watch
It's a rolly
Shit go tick tock
Got a big face
With some big rocks
Yo bitch on me
Told her get lost
I'm a young kid
Wit' some bad thoughts
Don't test me
Get yo shit rocked
Gucci on me
Down to my socks
Seen yo last song
Damn that shit flopped
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Writer: Jesse Reip
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