Got the apple of my eye now my head to the sky for the piece of the pie
Lil' mama don't cry if I die, live life, I'm just tryina live mine
I remember coming up in the sticks, all the fish, man I never caught one
Nowadays gotta a bird and a bitch and a girl all calling at once
Cuz nigga I'm bad
Girls put my hands in their jeans
Flirt with their mans in between
Jerk for a band or the genes
Slurp for a handle or lean
Do you understand what I mean
Put 'em all to sleep
Yo I peeped
They can't hop on poppa
Bust 'em in their lips I ain't talkin' knock ups
Bitches want sheets
Niggas want beef
I just want peace I been on my Rasta
Posted on the gram with a fly crew
Hard to put the gambling beside you
When you talk scam well as I do
Better off scrambling when my dudes make a slide through slide slide through
Lemme hear it one time for my bros
Lemme hear it two times for my guests
Lemme hear it three times for the goat
Lemme hear it four times who's next
As a youngin half black with a fro, Ma was always talking race so I'd fly by
Then she knitted up a mask n a cloak, reminisce on the days of the shy guy
Now a nigga got his back to the ropes, enemies in my face know it's my time
Man I always hold it down for the folks, but most niggas don't know
See jigga I'm bad
Girls put my hands in their jeans
Flirt with their mans in between
Jerk for a band or the genes
Slurp for a handle or lean
Do you understand what I mean
Put 'em all to sleep
Yo I peeped
They can't hop on poppa
Bust 'em in their lips I ain't talkin' knock ups
Bitches want sheets
Niggas want beef
I just want peace I been on my Rasta
Posted on the gram with a fly crew
Hard to put the gambling beside you
When you talk scam well as I do
Better off scrambling when my dudes make a slide through slide slide through
Lemme hear it one time for my bros
Lemme hear it two times for my guests
Lemme hear it three times for the goat
Lemme hear it four times who's next
Yun Gah - Bad Lyrics
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Got the apple of my eye now my head to the sky for the piece of the pie
Lil' mama don't cry if I die, live life, I'm just tryina live mine
I remember coming up in the sticks, all the fish, man I never caught one
Nowadays gotta a bird and a bitch and a girl all calling at once
Cuz nigga I'm bad
Girls put my hands in their jeans
Flirt with their mans in between
Jerk for a band or the genes
Slurp for a handle or lean
Do you understand what I mean
Put 'em all to sleep
Yo I peeped
They can't hop on poppa
Bust 'em in their lips I ain't talkin' knock ups
Bitches want sheets
Niggas want beef
I just want peace I been on my Rasta
Posted on the gram with a fly crew
Hard to put the gambling beside you
When you talk scam well as I do
Better off scrambling when my dudes make a slide through slide slide through
Lemme hear it one time for my bros
Lemme hear it two times for my guests
Lemme hear it three times for the goat
Lemme hear it four times who's next
As a youngin half black with a fro, Ma was always talking race so I'd fly by
Then she knitted up a mask n a cloak, reminisce on the days of the shy guy
Now a nigga got his back to the ropes, enemies in my face know it's my time
Man I always hold it down for the folks, but most niggas don't know
See jigga I'm bad
Girls put my hands in their jeans
Flirt with their mans in between
Jerk for a band or the genes
Slurp for a handle or lean
Do you understand what I mean
Put 'em all to sleep
Yo I peeped
They can't hop on poppa
Bust 'em in their lips I ain't talkin' knock ups
Bitches want sheets
Niggas want beef
I just want peace I been on my Rasta
Posted on the gram with a fly crew
Hard to put the gambling beside you
When you talk scam well as I do
Better off scrambling when my dudes make a slide through slide slide through
Lemme hear it one time for my bros
Lemme hear it two times for my guests
Lemme hear it three times for the goat
Lemme hear it four times who's next
Lil' mama don't cry if I die, live life, I'm just tryina live mine
I remember coming up in the sticks, all the fish, man I never caught one
Nowadays gotta a bird and a bitch and a girl all calling at once
Cuz nigga I'm bad
Girls put my hands in their jeans
Flirt with their mans in between
Jerk for a band or the genes
Slurp for a handle or lean
Do you understand what I mean
Put 'em all to sleep
Yo I peeped
They can't hop on poppa
Bust 'em in their lips I ain't talkin' knock ups
Bitches want sheets
Niggas want beef
I just want peace I been on my Rasta
Posted on the gram with a fly crew
Hard to put the gambling beside you
When you talk scam well as I do
Better off scrambling when my dudes make a slide through slide slide through
Lemme hear it one time for my bros
Lemme hear it two times for my guests
Lemme hear it three times for the goat
Lemme hear it four times who's next
As a youngin half black with a fro, Ma was always talking race so I'd fly by
Then she knitted up a mask n a cloak, reminisce on the days of the shy guy
Now a nigga got his back to the ropes, enemies in my face know it's my time
Man I always hold it down for the folks, but most niggas don't know
See jigga I'm bad
Girls put my hands in their jeans
Flirt with their mans in between
Jerk for a band or the genes
Slurp for a handle or lean
Do you understand what I mean
Put 'em all to sleep
Yo I peeped
They can't hop on poppa
Bust 'em in their lips I ain't talkin' knock ups
Bitches want sheets
Niggas want beef
I just want peace I been on my Rasta
Posted on the gram with a fly crew
Hard to put the gambling beside you
When you talk scam well as I do
Better off scrambling when my dudes make a slide through slide slide through
Lemme hear it one time for my bros
Lemme hear it two times for my guests
Lemme hear it three times for the goat
Lemme hear it four times who's next
Writer: Terrence Martin
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