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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoBad One (Feat. White Gold)
Yo, DreYeahI'ma just lay back on this oneLet me apologize in advance (I like that)Fuck it, forgive me (Alright)Fuck it, I don't mean to sound (You ready?) arrogant(Fuck it, yeah) butYeah, my head up in the sky againBut even that, my stacks are higher thanMoney pile like Tony Stark's, that's how much I earn, manGirl, my head is small, I feel incredible as the HulkMeaning I'm trying to smashSo come get in line like Santa and climb up inside my lapWhile I devise a planWon't be talkin' about Purell when Santa ties your handsAnd I am anIndustrial-strength heightened brandFrying panRap is something thatI've just had the skillet for some timing, amAn artist who can draw a crowd like a diagramLike drawing breath from your diaphragmI've achieved every aspiration that I have hadGot a diamond plaque or two or three or fourBut that don't change my attitude, I got a bad oneI got a bad oneShe just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinumYou just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamondI just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold nowI love all of my records, but she said I got a bad oneShe just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinumYou just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamondI just Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold nowI love all of my records, but she said I got a bad oneYeahOne minute, you're here, next minute, you're goneDon't sit there and scoffLil' bitch, you can knock the shit about meBeing immature offIt isn't my fault, the liquor is often twisting my thoughtsYou said you're looking for miniature golfI thought you said looking for men to jerk offYour mouth is a hole (What?) , that means my dick is engulfedSick as a dog with croup cough (What?)Biggie is gone and Tupac (Yeah)And I'm still alive and you not the woo, dogSo who died and made you God?Anything can set my mood off, attitude, I've always had oneMy temper is like the bitch I just scooped upI got a bad oneI got a bad oneShe just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinumYou just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamondI just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold nowI love all of my records, but she said I got a bad oneShe just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinumYou just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamondI just Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold nowI love all of my records, but she said I got a bad oneYeah, this whole sub-genreWith all these corny white rappers, I'm not a fan of itIt ain't my fault, but like sock puppets, I had a hand in itThis thousand bucks in my hand is just like what Candace didWhen she turned her back on her own race'Cause I have abandoned itOne of the greatest who did it, look what I came up throughYou never made it to the level that I made it toSo similar to a dinner table, I ate at you (Sorry)Haters, I made a fewBut like when Three Stacks just plays the fluteI ain't got shit to say to you (Nah)And me offending you's nothing new (Nah)Fuck it, it's what I love to doThis is subterfuge, just to screw with youAnd yeah, this much is trueThis sounds like something that Puff would doAt the party with Aaron Hall'Cause I just love to fuck with you (Woah)A line of blush, foundation kit'Cause it's you I make upsetBrain is dead, space cadetLike when Ye forgets to take his medsSo when they get mad or angry atA statement that I may have saidI just say, "Man, I didn't say that shit, Shady did"'Cause all I do is write the rhymesAnd then wait for that beat to play, spit 'emTrigger finger, make like a green beretLike he would get a submachine to spray with 'emI should go back to those sleeping aidsBecause I'm so stuck in my evil waysThen I'm fucked either wayThe people still seem to thinkThey want the old me 'til they get himGot 'em up in arms like monkey barsThe fucking bomb with the puffy onI'm blowing up for Kid Cudi's carIn front of his house where all his buddies areJust another day at the office, but it seemsLike Marsh's fucking job is doneMission accomplished, people off this stuntAnd pissed a billion people off at once (Yeah)But I gotta keep going Tyson on Kelly (What?)I bodied him twice and alreadyThat little motherfucker's back throwing subs (Like what?)Like a food fight at the deliAnd that is why E got the attitude he got like Liza MinnelliMy male egoIs the size of the belly on Jelly RollAnd bitch, I got a bad oneI got a bad oneShe just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinumYou just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamondI just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold nowI love all of my records, but she said I got a bad oneShe just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinumYou just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamondI just Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold nowI love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one
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