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Young Thug – Bad Bad Bad Lyrics

Bad Bad Bad Lyrics by Young Thug


Rose gold seat on a f------ helicopter
Double C, on Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin’ Kawasaki, I could cop you a new ‘Rari
Let you ride it in your Rafs and you’re bad, bad, bad
No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothing
I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you’re bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m riding
And I’m sliding in her, sideways, now she call me her Zaddy

Rich n---- s---, I bought my thottie a new Patek
Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
Got a billion dollars, ’cause I’m rich, f--- a Xanny
I got millions to go get and a couple b------ to- uh, yeah
You my dawg ’til we dead, not a question
But I can’t f--- with you like I want ’cause you ratted
Got a million dollars in the wall, in the Bentley
Got a step down, got it hard, got it cracking on her
Half a million, I just need a warm up
Half a million, uh, uh, mm, I could buy the building
I could rent this s--- out or save it for the children
I could dead this s--- out or 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 f------ helicopter
Double C, on Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin’ Kawasaki, I could cop you a new ‘Rari
Let you ride it in your Rafs and you’re bad, bad, bad
No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothing
I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you’re bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m riding
And I’m sliding in her, sideways, now she call me her Zaddy

[Lil Baby]
Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I’m ridin’
I be in the foreign, I f--- with slime, we tatted (Slatt)
Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn’t decide one
Never tap the baddest, she done make that set my side b----
Trash bag gang, I can put that on the logic
Street shows me, I ain’t never had to sign up
Then we havin’ b------ in the group, I make ’em line up
Beep, beep, beep, that’s me, n----, get back
Real dope boys, don’t know how to work a CashApp
How many of us they go in the law, I mean to cash out
I been sipping lean ’til I pee, ’til I pass out
When the streets part me, woke up in the paradise
N----- 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 drip, come through, s--- on everybody
Bad, bad, b----, good head, hit her every night

Rose gold seat on a f------ helicopter
Double C, on Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin’ Kawasaki, I could cop you a new ‘Rari
Let you ride it in your Rafs and you’re bad, bad, bad
No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothing
I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you’re bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m riding
And I’m sliding 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 the freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
We can handle this s--- out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain’t goin’ to her house for a meeting (Bad, bad, bad)
Pull up in a truck, in a ceilin’
N----- never coming out, it ain’t leaving
F--- her [?], then we leaving
Quickly take off like a [?]