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ZillaKami – BADASS Lyrics

BADASS Lyrics – ZillaKami

Yung Germ!

Yeah, I Get Paid Throwing Back A Hand Grenade
I Was On The Run, Moving Packs Right On The Way, Yeah
And Just A Reminder, Hatin’ Sh*t Won’t Get You Paid, Yeah
Y’all Ni*gas Should Focus On Getting Your Fu*kin’ Raise
(At McDonald’s, Bi*ch)

Why The Fu*k You Ni*gas Even Talk To Me?
Them Doggies Bark At Me, But Never Bite At Me
I Got A Smith &’ For The Witness Who Locked Eyes With Me
I Got The Time Today, I Got The Fire On Me, Yeah

Cruisin’ In The Whip, I Got The Stick, I’m Booted Up
Hoes Up In The House And All They A$$es Tooted Up
Cruisin’ Through Your Block And All I See Is Fu*kin’ Dust
Where Do Y’all Reside? (Okay) Why Ain’t Y’all Outside?

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Yeah, Okay, I Don’t Ever Miss
How The Fu*k A Comment Make You Delete Your Whole Sh*t? Yeah
Yeah, Okay, Maybe You A Bi*ch
How The Fu*k You Let My Homie Bust Your Fu*kin’ Lip?
I Thought That Y’all Ni*gas Had The Chops
Why You Gettin’ Beat Up And You Yellin’ Fu*kin’ “Stop”
I Thought That Y’all Ni*gas Had The Poles
Why The Fu*k We Smokin’ On Your Homie? Freddy Ghost

Cruisin’ In The Whip, I Got The Stick, I’m Booted Up
Hoes Up In The House And All They A$$es Tooted Up
Cruisin’ Through Your Block And All I See Is Fu*kin’ Dust
Where Do Y’all Reside? Why Ain’t Y’all Outside?

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Woah, Like I’m Really, Really Bada$$ (Lil Uzi)
Bi*ch, Don’t Look At Me If You Ain’t Got A Fat A$$
Yeah, Lil Uzi Got A Big Bag
If I Pop It, Then You’ll Probably Get Your Stick Back
Bi*ch, I’m Geeked Up In Some Mansion Like A Kick Back
If I Leave My Drink Down, They Gon’ Try To Slip That
Uh, Put My .40 On My Hip, Lap
I’m Like Manson With This Marilyn, I’m Like Nickelback

Let Me Get Your Pussy, I’ma Scratch It
Can’t Relax, I’m Off A Batch, You Know You Cannot Match
Geeked Up Off Them Xanny Bars And A Couple Flats
Go On A Hit With Toolie, Uzis, And A Couple MACs

Cruisin’ In The Whip, I Got The Stick, I’m Booted Up
Hoes Up In The House And All They A$$es Tooted Up
Cruisin’ Through Your Block And All I See Is Fu*kin’ Dust
Where Do Y’all Reside? Why Ain’t Y’all Outside?

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