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BADMAN (feat. Plotmansosa)
Hip-Hop/Rap
BADMAN (feat. Plotmansosa) è stato pubblicato il 8 marzo 2026 da Familia Music Group come parte dell'album 1100 MURDER AVE
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Data di uscita8 marzo 2026
EtichettaFamilia Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM77

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dirko
Dirko
Rap
PlotManSosa
PlotManSosa
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raje Williams
Raje Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
99LA
99LA
Producer

Testi

On your feet, ****
It's time to creep, ****
Fuck the scary shit, leave it in the street, ****
Clutchin' fully's and you know they ARPs, ****
F&N, Switch an Glocks, that's all I speak, ****
Vanilla backwood, full of za I reek ****
Gold slugs glisten every time I speak, ****
Still havin' shit, smokin' out of Ps, ****
Still totin' shit, try an you gon' see ****
I'm the bad man, pussy I'm the bad man
I'm in the strip club, strapped, gettin' a lap dance
Hop in some triple black shit like the Batman
I told her I'ma eat that pussy like a fat man
I charged him extra for the feature cause he trash can
Play an you can get deleted like the last man
I fucked your bitch, you took her back, you a sad man
You do everything I do, I'm your dad then
You do everything I do, you my son
If I get to trippin, ****, you gon' run
I'm doin' flips in that pussy havin' fun
Put on my clothes, kick her out, then we done
On your feet, ****
It's time to creep, ****
Fuck that scary shit, leave it in the street, ****
Clutching fully's and you know they ARPs, ****
F&N's, Glocks switches, all I speak, ****
Vanilla backwood full of za I reek, ****
Diamond teeth shine every time I speak, ****
If money grow on trees, I'ma tree, ****
Don't think this shit's sweet and you gon' see, ****
Alright, kuh, I got it
I'm the bad guy
Had to tell that bitch I'm nothin' like your last guy
I'm from Murder ave, they be birthin' crash outs
I get my temper from my mama, she'll spazz out
I turnt my first apartment into a stash spot
My first time hittin a lick, my vic passed out
You put a number on top of a price, that mean you cap a lot
Your phone ringin' back to back, that mean you trap a lot
I just bought this fuckin' gun, I had to throw the gun
How the fuck you in a cell, you was in a Cullinan
They like, Dirko, will you stop? Bitch, I'm never done
And I'm turbo crazy, shout out to my only son
On ya feet, ****
It's time to creep, ****
Fuck that scary shit, leave it in the street, ****
Clutchin' fully's and you know they ARPs, ****
F&N, Switches Glocks, that's all I speak, ****
Vanilla backwood, full of Za I reek, ****
Gold slugs glisten every time I speak, ****
Still havin' shit, smokin' out of Ps, ****
Still totin' shit, try an you gon' see, ****
Written by: Raje Williams
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