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Down Bad Video (MV)




Performed By: X2
Length: 3:58
Written by: Dedrick Barringer, Willie Lawrence Stinson




X2 - Down Bad Lyrics




I was down bad
I'm talking my last
Couldn't get help from nobody all they did was laugh
But I got off my ass
Went and got me a bag
Ima run up this cash
Now my shawties is bad

I was down bad I was broke
You'll neen know where I come from
Gotta smoke gas when I renimese
And drink down that rum rum
In Springfield that Shit was hard
But I swear we made it look easy
Hitting licks jacking robbing niggaz
That's me big three and Lil Weezy
My life was real ruff I swear sometimes
I had nowhere to live
Had to go rob and steal
So happy I didn't get killed
I was ahead of time
Wasn't taking no orders from dad or mom
They way I was out of mind
And I probably was wit my bro facing time
They gave sharod a dime
We just a victim crime
That's why when I'm out on my grind
I'm totting my nine
You want catch me without
I'm never slipping but geeking
I'm tripping I got in the club with this smithin
I'm in your city to pick up the back in
Then snatch a lil pretty we dipping

My daddy moved out
And left the house when I was only 15
I didn't really have guildence
And the only thing I knew was them streets
But gotta stay low key
Cause we getting killed by the police
I'm feeling like kaepernick down on one knee wit a fresh pair of nikes
I'm praying for my Niggaz in the hood everyday cause I know they do whatever to go get it
That's why I go hard on the grind right now tryna get my boys out of that position
I was tryna hide from myself
Grew the dreads out thinking that would help
When I was broke then hoes
Played me to the left
Now they running up to me
Out if breath
I was down bad now ima in my bag
Pulling off the lot with paper tag
Free bill Cosby for Mr huckstible
Ima roll up some good gas
Crazy how the world really work
Thrump must be smoking good dope
Tryna build up a wall
But the migos go underground
Ask el chopo
I'm a real head honcho
Get the work out pronto
Beefing you better the high rode
Cause I'm throwed off a little y'all know
Ion tryna play with none of these niggaz
Cock back pull my trigger
On my grind tryna get a Lil richer
Flipping birds make it come a lil quicker
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I was down bad
I'm talking my last
Couldn't get help from nobody all they did was laugh
But I got off my ass
Went and got me a bag
Ima run up this cash
Now my shawties is bad

I was down bad I was broke
You'll neen know where I come from
Gotta smoke gas when I renimese
And drink down that rum rum
In Springfield that Shit was hard
But I swear we made it look easy
Hitting licks jacking robbing niggaz
That's me big three and Lil Weezy
My life was real ruff I swear sometimes
I had nowhere to live
Had to go rob and steal
So happy I didn't get killed
I was ahead of time
Wasn't taking no orders from dad or mom
They way I was out of mind
And I probably was wit my bro facing time
They gave sharod a dime
We just a victim crime
That's why when I'm out on my grind
I'm totting my nine
You want catch me without
I'm never slipping but geeking
I'm tripping I got in the club with this smithin
I'm in your city to pick up the back in
Then snatch a lil pretty we dipping

My daddy moved out
And left the house when I was only 15
I didn't really have guildence
And the only thing I knew was them streets
But gotta stay low key
Cause we getting killed by the police
I'm feeling like kaepernick down on one knee wit a fresh pair of nikes
I'm praying for my Niggaz in the hood everyday cause I know they do whatever to go get it
That's why I go hard on the grind right now tryna get my boys out of that position
I was tryna hide from myself
Grew the dreads out thinking that would help
When I was broke then hoes
Played me to the left
Now they running up to me
Out if breath
I was down bad now ima in my bag
Pulling off the lot with paper tag
Free bill Cosby for Mr huckstible
Ima roll up some good gas
Crazy how the world really work
Thrump must be smoking good dope
Tryna build up a wall
But the migos go underground
Ask el chopo
I'm a real head honcho
Get the work out pronto
Beefing you better the high rode
Cause I'm throwed off a little y'all know
Ion tryna play with none of these niggaz
Cock back pull my trigger
On my grind tryna get a Lil richer
Flipping birds make it come a lil quicker
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Writer: Dedrick Barringer, Willie Lawrence Stinson
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