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Bad Day Video (MV)




Performed By: Nyck Caution
Featuring: Denzel Curry
Length: 2:34
Written by: Jesse Cordasco, Denzel Rae Don Curry




Nyck Caution - Bad Day Lyrics
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[ Featuring Denzel Curry ]

Yeah, nigga, we the pineapple under the sea in this mothaf*cka
Yeah, you already know what the f*ck it is, bitch (f*cking, f*cking bitch)
Goddamn, ULT, Pro Era shit (f*ck)
Nigga, f*ck you (goddamn), goddamn
He's heating up (you bitch)

Boy-bo-boy got flow like an aqueduct
If the shit ain't real, it ain't 'Pac enough (yeah)
Had no money for the meal, now my pockets stuffed
You can't smoke with the kid, man, you dropped the blunt (woo)
I got no more tree
No more weed, no PCP (goddamn)
I don't take none of that shit, B
Lsd (okay) got my mind on freeze, froze, oh (G-G-G-Good work, Charlie)

Cold in the springtime, Era and the C9
Catch another body, then I recline, uh (okay)
Gun in my Levi's, you don't wanna see, ah
You gon' die like a tie-dye (woo)
You don't wanna beef with the beast, you a feline
Hat to the side, lookin' like T.I.p.
So high, make my eyes bleed
God is in my IV (goddamn), yeah
It's been a long way from the days in the past
You don't know me like that (okay-kay)
Don't know me for the way that I cope with the pain
When everything might crash
You ain't never been in my shoes, lookin' at the world
My side of the glass (goddamn)
So when you mentionin' my name
It's so much for you to say, you don't know me like that

So here is what you do, get the f*ck up out my face (get out my face)
I'm off some Gin & Juice, I'ma drown in Alizé (I'm gonna drown)
And you could get the deuce, you won't need a band-aid (no f*ckin', no f*ckin')
And you don't wanna see me on a f*ckin' bad day (so, so here)
So here is what you do, get the money, f*ck a ho
I'm off some Gin & Juice and the mothaf*ckin' dro
And you could get the deuce, hit your ass like Figueroa
And you don't wanna see me on a f*ckin' bad day, no way

Boy-bo-boy got flow like an aqueduct
If the shit ain't real, it ain't 'Pac enough
You mothaf*ckas not real, you imposters, bruh
I wrote your name in a search, you ain't poppin' up
Flex hard, feelin' like Big Poppa Pump
Beast Coast murder every f*ckin' posse cut (yeah)
I'ma-I'ma get mine, no pity
If you out of line, then you might die in my city
Ten o'clock show, get inside 9:50
When this shit start, need a moshpit or I'm dippin' (yeah)
Need to get away, who the f*ck am I kiddin'?
Anywhere but here, couldn't be where I'm livin', uh
Open up the pit like your arms up
Lit, no spark plug, I'ma need more love (yeah)
Guess this is what a stone heart does
I'm a good guy but just wait until I'm charged up
You don't wanna see me on a bad day
(You don't wanna see me on a bad day, you don't wanna see me on a bad day)
You don't, you don't wanna see me on a bad day
You don't wanna see me in a bad way
You don't wanna test how much fuel's in the gas tank
Just another clip in the ashtray, fssh
I been over heads like Anne Frank
Gi-gi-gi-gi-give a f*ck what your man say

So here is what you do, get the f*ck up out my face (get out my face)
I'm off some Gin & Juice, I'ma drown in Alizé (I'm gonna drown)
And you could get the deuce, you won't need a band-aid (no f*ckin', no f*ckin')
And you don't wanna see me on a f*ckin' bad day (so, so here)
So here is what you do, get the money, f*ck a ho
I'm off some Gin & Juice and the mothaf*ckin' dro
And you could get the deuce, hit your ass like Figueroa
And you don't wanna see me on a f*ckin' bad day, no way
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Yeah, nigga, we the pineapple under the sea in this mothaf*cka
Yeah, you already know what the f*ck it is, bitch (f*cking, f*cking bitch)
Goddamn, ULT, Pro Era shit (f*ck)
Nigga, f*ck you (goddamn), goddamn
He's heating up (you bitch)

Boy-bo-boy got flow like an aqueduct
If the shit ain't real, it ain't 'Pac enough (yeah)
Had no money for the meal, now my pockets stuffed
You can't smoke with the kid, man, you dropped the blunt (woo)
I got no more tree
No more weed, no PCP (goddamn)
I don't take none of that shit, B
Lsd (okay) got my mind on freeze, froze, oh (G-G-G-Good work, Charlie)

Cold in the springtime, Era and the C9
Catch another body, then I recline, uh (okay)
Gun in my Levi's, you don't wanna see, ah
You gon' die like a tie-dye (woo)
You don't wanna beef with the beast, you a feline
Hat to the side, lookin' like T.I.p.
So high, make my eyes bleed
God is in my IV (goddamn), yeah
It's been a long way from the days in the past
You don't know me like that (okay-kay)
Don't know me for the way that I cope with the pain
When everything might crash
You ain't never been in my shoes, lookin' at the world
My side of the glass (goddamn)
So when you mentionin' my name
It's so much for you to say, you don't know me like that

So here is what you do, get the f*ck up out my face (get out my face)
I'm off some Gin & Juice, I'ma drown in Alizé (I'm gonna drown)
And you could get the deuce, you won't need a band-aid (no f*ckin', no f*ckin')
And you don't wanna see me on a f*ckin' bad day (so, so here)
So here is what you do, get the money, f*ck a ho
I'm off some Gin & Juice and the mothaf*ckin' dro
And you could get the deuce, hit your ass like Figueroa
And you don't wanna see me on a f*ckin' bad day, no way

Boy-bo-boy got flow like an aqueduct
If the shit ain't real, it ain't 'Pac enough
You mothaf*ckas not real, you imposters, bruh
I wrote your name in a search, you ain't poppin' up
Flex hard, feelin' like Big Poppa Pump
Beast Coast murder every f*ckin' posse cut (yeah)
I'ma-I'ma get mine, no pity
If you out of line, then you might die in my city
Ten o'clock show, get inside 9:50
When this shit start, need a moshpit or I'm dippin' (yeah)
Need to get away, who the f*ck am I kiddin'?
Anywhere but here, couldn't be where I'm livin', uh
Open up the pit like your arms up
Lit, no spark plug, I'ma need more love (yeah)
Guess this is what a stone heart does
I'm a good guy but just wait until I'm charged up
You don't wanna see me on a bad day
(You don't wanna see me on a bad day, you don't wanna see me on a bad day)
You don't, you don't wanna see me on a bad day
You don't wanna see me in a bad way
You don't wanna test how much fuel's in the gas tank
Just another clip in the ashtray, fssh
I been over heads like Anne Frank
Gi-gi-gi-gi-give a f*ck what your man say

So here is what you do, get the f*ck up out my face (get out my face)
I'm off some Gin & Juice, I'ma drown in Alizé (I'm gonna drown)
And you could get the deuce, you won't need a band-aid (no f*ckin', no f*ckin')
And you don't wanna see me on a f*ckin' bad day (so, so here)
So here is what you do, get the money, f*ck a ho
I'm off some Gin & Juice and the mothaf*ckin' dro
And you could get the deuce, hit your ass like Figueroa
And you don't wanna see me on a f*ckin' bad day, no way
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Writer: Jesse Cordasco, Denzel Rae Don Curry
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