音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
Bad Boy's Da Band
声乐
Tony Dofat
音乐家
作曲和作词
D. JOHN
词曲作者
F. Watson
词曲作者
L Mathis
词曲作者
L. Wiley
词曲作者
R. Hill
词曲作者
Tony Dofat
词曲作者
制作和工程
Tony Dofat
制作人
歌词
[Verse 1]
Y'all **** done met your match
I'm somethin' like the pimp you bust out, bust fat
I gain dudes
Got 'em callin' me wifey
My stomach stay flat
Baby mothers don't like me
Chicks is heated then I give 'em a Icy
I'm the knockout queen
Y'all hoes don't wanna fight me
Sexy
Brown skin complexion
Concealed in my purse is a deadly weapon
Yeah, I don't pay for nothin' at all
I even get free duchess at the corner store
Shot caller
Dudes stop as soon as I see
Bads bunny
The blackjack queen of the week
I'm fire
Just with the thugs desire
Got a high pinch flow
MC Mariah
When I walk down the streets
**** squeak they tires
Got every club promoter passin' me flyers
I'm in there
VIP, yes, all night
With a bottle of haze
My weave is so tight
I'm ready for some action
Hands in the air
Cristal over here and the club nowhere
Stuck in bad girl, I do it for nothin'
Tight Dicky shirt with a pot top button
That repeated
I'm somethin' that the rap game needed
Thorough bred plus I stay weeded
[Verse 2]
All I need from you is your word that when I come to this stop
You gon' hold me down 'cause when you come to M high
You gon' hold you down
You know it's ready
Keep the hitman on your band
Y'all knowin' I'm doin' it, now shit
I'm in and out the magazine
Back to the TV show
Attendin' grinnin' meetin' with forties in my thirty four
Everyday's a episode
All because I'm episode
Just like rats, we wanna know when my cheddar flow
Everyday like Valentine
I keep them rollin'
Never made a dime from rap
Yeah, I think them people know
My people don't believe it though
Someone has been leavin' those words in cruel
You've been gone, no you servin' coke
The thing that dude alive
That couldn't carry they dope
So it must be no freaky .44's
I hope
Hey, better pray they don't run up from
Or your momma gon' be singin' that song
What you say, friend Peter?
Let's go chop the city, you heard me
You lil' bummy hermit
Representin' the bang, you dig to the death
You walk this third walk back know ya
We catch a **** bootin' out
I'ma be like, what's happenin', ****
I crush bones
And ain't a motherfuckin' fact, ****
You know the type of shit I'm on
I let the mac hit you
You can't box my squad
I left jets quicker than any bitch **** that tried to come and get some
So my sisters, I promise to make you part of my agenda
To get you
You know what I'm sayin'
You seen them ninjas
Havin' off with the Kai's
Choppin' you down like timber
You can try to stop me
I will injure
Shit, my killer instincts like cinder
I'm a mad boy
Just really make you makin' out
Finish, I was anybody's issue
I can paint you a picture
[Verse 3]
Hey, choppin', man I dig you like a fuckin' show, man
He's eatin' ass
Reinforce him from the band, man
We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn, dog
It's real
It's 'bout to go down like this
Ayo
Puffin' on sour's dizzy you know it ain't legal
And I never been to Iraq
But pack a Desert Eagle
I mean, call me a liar with the fires back
A bad boy empire where the fire's at
I got to showin' John Truck with the tires to match
The whole hood on fire, the wire's tapped
Okay, this part of the deal
Bounty hunters all on my hills
Lookin' for me
Also wearin' the ville
I take to plane, trains, automobiles
Boats, overseas past port of Brazil
Smilin' with the fitters
****, I talk it, I live it
Had to call for you walk
Any **** could get it
Yeah
[Verse 4]
I dance for the family and all
And it nest me all the dons tell that
Before this, I'ma trust, I'ma tell you
Dine like Dillinger
Go in the family
I west in them Eiffel
No sense in lighters
No color
Yo, me
Man, I'm ban rich
It's pourin' me
Them bus see
Man will die
No man a blot clot Beegee
See me
Shut your eye and a CCC
Look and warn me about the wine
With sexy CC
She check all of my guns and platinum T fit Tee fee
Man, all upon you
Me Goliath, she needed
Check the people like more desire
All the people with my gun
Like Moses, rule and run
All them clad
Run up, we board ya
And them wee gee
When the righteous art tip
And we lofty and mighty
Well we burn up my chunky
Pissed about the fussy
Shot every area
Fours when they like me
[Verse 5]
What them know Ja and I know Nike
My clubs promote when it's time for your bath sheet
Ups them
Here to see the banners, me family
If you disrespect y'all condemned before banning
Written by: D. JOHN, Dylan Lee John, Dylan Soto, F. Watson, L Mathis, L. Wiley, Lloyd E. Mathis, Lynese Nicole Wiley, R. Hill, Shayn Straughn, Tony Dofat


