Get me in pray for sins
Just a foot let me in
Se la vie, sell some weed
Set me free but not for free
U ain't different nigga got a side bitch but yo main bish she got different niggas
That's a triiinty
She gon play all 3 like a Trey songz
Shoot ya shot use a different Trigga blackest one like Akon
In my city better pray for him Need u lay arms like 8 arms
Live in peace fore they tell u Peace n u leave ya niece n ya 8 aunts
All ya favorites all in one
What's the chances I'm the one/like 8 to 1
All this tree u could smoke for free need a Tommy john throwing shade for fun
Raising guns for they raising sons
Read ya eyes 4 they read books
Still gon die a raisin in the sun Don't get left behind like a Westbrook Chasing funds
Here's 2 bars for all my sons That's April ones
Don't believe the hype if we Look alike I'm the one I'm the one
Ohhh
What ya talking now
Don't ya know Badman nah stray
We standing upright we got all the fight don't believe the hype pussy can but we nah run away
But we say more fire to ya
And more fire to ya if ya thinking you can come this way
But momma nah gon save ya
And poppa gonna beg ya
What's god to a, to a danger, dangerous man
Green leaves how's yo appetite/hold on tight
Give that ass back if u ain't acting right
That's alright
Living legend wit no accolades
U ain't have to pay
Got it on the arm
That's a arm a day/everyday
Might as well take your chances wit yo eyes close blindfold Pictures for the blind but yo mind closed
Say u great nigga I can't tell
Jsa wit the ysl
They rather see u fail back to back like Chanel
Why u not standing upright
Dress tight but u uptight
Down on luck like f*ck life
But U don't see the upside
One time for the triple i
Living life like you'll never die
Ohhh
What ya talking now
Don't ya know Badman nah stray
We standing upright we got all the fight don't believe the hype pussy can but we nah run away
But we say more fire to ya
And more fire to ya if ya thinking you can come this way
But momma nah gon save ya
And poppa gonna beg ya
What's god to a, to a danger, dangerous man
JSA - Badman (feat. K. Holloway) Lyrics
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Get me in pray for sins
Just a foot let me in
Se la vie, sell some weed
Set me free but not for free
U ain't different nigga got a side bitch but yo main bish she got different niggas
That's a triiinty
She gon play all 3 like a Trey songz
Shoot ya shot use a different Trigga blackest one like Akon
In my city better pray for him Need u lay arms like 8 arms
Live in peace fore they tell u Peace n u leave ya niece n ya 8 aunts
All ya favorites all in one
What's the chances I'm the one/like 8 to 1
All this tree u could smoke for free need a Tommy john throwing shade for fun
Raising guns for they raising sons
Read ya eyes 4 they read books
Still gon die a raisin in the sun Don't get left behind like a Westbrook Chasing funds
Here's 2 bars for all my sons That's April ones
Don't believe the hype if we Look alike I'm the one I'm the one
Ohhh
What ya talking now
Don't ya know Badman nah stray
We standing upright we got all the fight don't believe the hype pussy can but we nah run away
But we say more fire to ya
And more fire to ya if ya thinking you can come this way
But momma nah gon save ya
And poppa gonna beg ya
What's god to a, to a danger, dangerous man
Green leaves how's yo appetite/hold on tight
Give that ass back if u ain't acting right
That's alright
Living legend wit no accolades
U ain't have to pay
Got it on the arm
That's a arm a day/everyday
Might as well take your chances wit yo eyes close blindfold Pictures for the blind but yo mind closed
Say u great nigga I can't tell
Jsa wit the ysl
They rather see u fail back to back like Chanel
Why u not standing upright
Dress tight but u uptight
Down on luck like f*ck life
But U don't see the upside
One time for the triple i
Living life like you'll never die
Ohhh
What ya talking now
Don't ya know Badman nah stray
We standing upright we got all the fight don't believe the hype pussy can but we nah run away
But we say more fire to ya
And more fire to ya if ya thinking you can come this way
But momma nah gon save ya
And poppa gonna beg ya
What's god to a, to a danger, dangerous man
Just a foot let me in
Se la vie, sell some weed
Set me free but not for free
U ain't different nigga got a side bitch but yo main bish she got different niggas
That's a triiinty
She gon play all 3 like a Trey songz
Shoot ya shot use a different Trigga blackest one like Akon
In my city better pray for him Need u lay arms like 8 arms
Live in peace fore they tell u Peace n u leave ya niece n ya 8 aunts
All ya favorites all in one
What's the chances I'm the one/like 8 to 1
All this tree u could smoke for free need a Tommy john throwing shade for fun
Raising guns for they raising sons
Read ya eyes 4 they read books
Still gon die a raisin in the sun Don't get left behind like a Westbrook Chasing funds
Here's 2 bars for all my sons That's April ones
Don't believe the hype if we Look alike I'm the one I'm the one
Ohhh
What ya talking now
Don't ya know Badman nah stray
We standing upright we got all the fight don't believe the hype pussy can but we nah run away
But we say more fire to ya
And more fire to ya if ya thinking you can come this way
But momma nah gon save ya
And poppa gonna beg ya
What's god to a, to a danger, dangerous man
Green leaves how's yo appetite/hold on tight
Give that ass back if u ain't acting right
That's alright
Living legend wit no accolades
U ain't have to pay
Got it on the arm
That's a arm a day/everyday
Might as well take your chances wit yo eyes close blindfold Pictures for the blind but yo mind closed
Say u great nigga I can't tell
Jsa wit the ysl
They rather see u fail back to back like Chanel
Why u not standing upright
Dress tight but u uptight
Down on luck like f*ck life
But U don't see the upside
One time for the triple i
Living life like you'll never die
Ohhh
What ya talking now
Don't ya know Badman nah stray
We standing upright we got all the fight don't believe the hype pussy can but we nah run away
But we say more fire to ya
And more fire to ya if ya thinking you can come this way
But momma nah gon save ya
And poppa gonna beg ya
What's god to a, to a danger, dangerous man
Writer: Jamaal Reynolds, Kimberly Holloway
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid