Bad Boy (feat. Luana Kiara) - Tungevaag & Raaban

Yeah (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah) I've been drinking red, rasp', boy (Red, yeah) I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brrr) Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (Yeah) Wrecked the GT-R (Skrrt), I love to crash cars I'm a bad boy, so I got a bad broad Futuristic rides imported from Mars (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Smith & Wesson 45, put a hole in his heart Better not play with me, killers, they stay with me, your bitty lay with me She fell in love with my ice, yeah, the hockey rink Ain't come to kick it, I'm not on the soccer team Knew I would make it, it's part of my prophecy Raf Simons match my Prada jeans I'ma do the dash, get to the bag, ain't no one as bad as me Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah) I've been drinking red, rasp', boy (Red, yeah) I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr) Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (Yeah) Sticky, sticky Ricky, I smoke Skittles, not no sticky (Sticky) I shot at his mommy, now he no longer mention me (Thot, thot) You say you want smoke and I've been comin' down the chimney (Woah) You got' barbecue your bitches, I'm so fried and they crispy (Ooh) I had on Margielas when I shot at the cunt (Murk) Act like you want war and they gon' smoke you like a blunt (Smoke you like a blunt) I'm just keeping it real with ya, I'm just bein' blunt (I'm just being blunt) Porsche Carrera got the pipes out the back like a skunk, yeah (Grrr) Skrrt-skrrt Skrrt-skrrt That's just the sound of the 'Vette (Skrrt), I keep me the 'Vette (Skrrt) I keep me a text (Skrrt), I read your message (Skrrt) I bust on her chest (Skrrt), I made a mess (Skrrt) I hope for the best (Skrrt), gold like a chest (Skrrt) I be the best (Skrrt), I got the neck (Skrrt) I can turn a check (Skrrt), live like Project X (Skrrt, skrrt) Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah) I've been drinking red, rasp', boy (Red, yeah) I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr) Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (Yeah)

Wheezy outta here Rose gold seat on a fuckin' helicopter Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari Let you ride it, know your route, and you're bad, bad, bad No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin' I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin' And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to- uh, yeah You my dawg 'til we dead, not a question But I can't fuck with you like I want 'cause you ratted Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band' And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin' on her Half a million, I just did a warm up for Half a million, uh, uh, mm I could buy the buildin' I could rent this shit out and save it for the children I could dead this shit out and give it to the villains Somewhere they can hide when they do some killing All of the rides got grenade ceilings Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million Rose gold seat on a fuckin' helicopter Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin' I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin' And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin' I be in the foreign, I fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt) Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn't decide which Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah Streets chose me, I ain't never had to sign up Then we hittin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up Beep, beep, beep, that's me, nigga, get back Real dope boy, don't know how to work a CashApp How many you got? I'll send it 'lone, bring the cash out I been sippin' lean, 'bout to pee 'til I pass out Went to sleep 'partment, woke up in a paradise Niggas stealin' drip but it don't matter, they don't wear it right They don't even speak but I can see I got 'em terrified Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night Rose gold seat on a fucking helicopter Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin' I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin' And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad) I ain't doin' no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad) We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad) I ain't goin' to a house for a meetin', yeah (Bad, bad, bad) Pull up in a truck, any season Niggas never comin' out, then we leavin' How could nigga take a loss if he leavin'? Quickly take off like I'm LeBron

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع