I’m Bad lyrics

by

B.o.B


[Intro]
Give me that walkie-talkie

[Verse 1]
New n*ggas can't rap quite like I can
I just landed in Japan with a blunt in my hand
Bobby Ray, got a b*tch for each B in my name
The only thing missing from my di*k is her [?]
I'm magnificent k-k-k- I be killing sh*t
Crime scene too dirty, they left a fingerprint
Oh you gangsta of the year huh
Bet if I threw your mixtape out of my window you shed a tear huh
I know the game ain't the way it work
She wanted me choke her, told her sign a waiver first
I'm talking paperwork, paperwork, body search
When they hundred b*tches falling like life alert
And I don't want no praise, I don't want no debt
So many agents on my page think my phone is tapped
She tells me "Bobby Ray you always drip the hardest"
Call it jaws, pus*y wetter then the sharks fin

[Break]
I'm Bad (O-b, b-o o-b, b-o-b, b-o-b)
Think I'm gonna need backup (O-b, b-o o-b, b-o-b, b-o-b)
Think I'm gonna need backup
I'm a bad mothafu- I'm a- I'm a bad mothafu- I'm a- I'm a ba-
[Verse 2]
I'm a bad madaf*cka even worse [?] physical
f*ck her like my di*k gon' get residual
Picasso with the visuals
Came out the womb walked out on a hospital bill
My lifestyle is a taboo, she a bad b*tch but can't sit through a tattoo
That clit big as a cashew[?]
Tryna' hide this boner like i'm smuggling statues
That ain't your hubby just a n*gga you live with
f*ck on a little bit and split out her bills with
You split 'cause he found he had a family in Memphis
And his kids go to clipston (to clipston?) to clipston
You want a n*gga everyone ain't been with
But n*gga's gone n*gga I would say it's a slim pick
If love is a crime I got felonies
Baby momma's crushing like a jelly bean

[Break 2]
I'm Bad
Crush you like a jelly bean
Crush you like a jelly bean
Crush you like a jelly bean
Crush you like a jelly bean
Crush you like a j- crush you like a-
Crush you like a j- crush you like a-
Jelly- jelly- jelly- jelly, j- j- jelly bean
[Verse 3]
My grandma [?] fat, and lived to be eighty
Nowadays n*ggas be dead 'fore they leave out of [?]
You ain't a mother, you ain't special, just a b*tch with a baby
It's 2018. you still live in the 80's
Oh you a hotep, oh you a hotep
Oh you a king huh, well where your throne at
How you a rapper you ain't even got a song yet
Tryna' give your b*tch your number you ain't even got a phone yet, yeah
And I'm a whole lot a trouble, you look confused "uh what?" a whole lotta puzzle
Deposing me, that's a whole lotta struggle
Like tryna' come out of a hole with a shovel
I can't take you to bed you too young at a head
You just bad you retarded, you specially ed
I'm public I don't care who looking
f*ck oreo I'm smoking girl scout cookies

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