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Bad Bad Bad (feat. Lil Baby)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Nils Noehden
Nils Noehden
Songwriter
Nils Nöhden
Nils Nöhden
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
BAINZ
BAINZ
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Nils
Nils
Producer
Shaan Singh
Shaan Singh
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Nils Nohden, Wesley Tyler Glass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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