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BAD GUY
Hip-Hop/Rap
BAD GUY è stato pubblicato il 3 luglio 2025 da HighLine Ent come parte dell'album BAD GUY - Single
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Data di uscita3 luglio 2025
EtichettaHighLine Ent
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM104

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew Tyciak
Matthew Tyciak
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Tyciak
Matthew Tyciak
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JDoneRanItUp
JDoneRanItUp
Producer
Yung Mare
Yung Mare
Co-Producer
Lakim Golden
Lakim Golden
Mixing Engineer
Red Room Recording Studios
Red Room Recording Studios
Mastering Engineer

Testi

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
You wasn't rockin' from the jump jit sit down
MATTE
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ayyyyyyyy
You wasn't rockin' from the jump jit sit down
Wedding crash the whole function, make them get down
Yellow tape, body bag and I'm the bad guy
Canary yellow snow diamonds, let the doves fly
Get to the money, the guala, the cheese, the queso, dinero, money, trees
Aventador lamb slidin I've been couped up
Pockets heavy, but my soul's light I'm to up
Heavy motion over here, get you sea sick
Diamonds look like water out the beaches
Gotta watch out for the snakes and the leeches
They whisper in the shadows, but I'm moving in the breezes
Get to the money
Ay, ay, ay, ay, it's time to get paid
They try to keep me out the road like a blockade
GTR driftin cause I'm untamed
Used to rock the hand-me-downs
Now it's jackpot when they hammy down
Gotta make sure that my family straight and never down
I made it away from down bad, from ground up
Now I'm standing on it like a founder
Big stepping, time to count up
(Money Counter sound)
Finger hitting every bill, gotta count up
Can't put my trust in money counters
You wasn't rockin' from the jump jit sit down
Wedding crash the whole function, make them get down
Yellow tape, body bag and I'm the bad guy
Canary yellow snow diamonds, let the doves fly
Get to the money, the guala, the cheese, the queso, dinero, money, trees
Aventador lamb slidin I've been couped up
Pockets heavy, but my soul's light I'm to up
Pockets heavy, but my soul's light I'm to up
Pockets heavy, but my soul's light I'm
Aventador lamb sliding I've been couped up
Now I'm all over your city like I'm Rampage
Dirty bird squawking if you pinching, gonna get caged
Flip the pack then circle back, it's time to run it up
Even in the summer, keep this heater tucked
I
Don't
Care
What you do
If it ain't involving MATTE, then I don't got a clue
I got racks on racks on racks, please don't get confused
I up it and let it loose
I keep that drama like the tunes
Cause I'm on it
Shout out my dawg Brick
We get it popping in the city really quick
Ask your bitch, Mr. Take your chick
I give a dick, then release her to the sticks
You know we don't give ahhhhhhh
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Get to the money, the guala, the cheese, the queso, dinero, money, trees
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Aventador lamb sliding I've been couped up
Pockets heavy, but my soul's light I'm to up
Pockets heavy, but my soul's light I'm to up
Aventador lamb sliding I've been couped up
Written by: Matthew Tyciak
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