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DJ Durel – Bad Moves Lyrics

Bad Moves By DJ Durel

Bad moves
Trap, I might shoot
In Miami
DJ Durel!

She don’t even love me, she just like me ’cause I’m bad
I was in the ‘Rari pullin’ off, I made ’em mad (Skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I’ma do the dash (Woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f--- her on the corner (Woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (Bad), I’m so f-----’ bad, I was cuttin’ class (Class)
Bad, bad, ain’t no hall pass, I was trappin’ gas (Gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot), I was ridin’ ’round Miami with no roof (‘Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin’ in the coupe

Got a chopper and it’s brand new, brand new
Got a b---- and she bad too, bad too
I’m in MIA (MIA)
Rolls Royce or the Lamb’, what we gon’ ride today? (Skrrt)
I’m a bad boy, run up, you might get blown away

Makin’ bad moves (Money), bad moves
Bad b------ like ’em bad too (Bad), bad too (Woo)
Get that bad today (Uh)
We the hottest in the city (Uh), don’t try to ride the wave (No)
Young n----- takin’ over, they some bad babies (Quavo)

She don’t even love me, she just like me ’cause I’m bad
I was in the ‘Rari pullin’ off, I made ’em mad (Skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I’ma do the dash (Woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f--- her on the corner (Woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (Bad), I’m so f-----’ bad, I was cuttin’ class (Class)
Bad, bad, ain’t no hall pass, I was trappin’ gas (Gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot), I was ridin’ ’round Miami with no roof (‘Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin’ in the coupe

Woo, Quavo
Fifty thousand, I’ma flex in all hunnids (Fifty)
I’m so bad, Michael Jackson owe me money (Woo-hee)
I’m so bad, Ali couldn’t touch me (Ali)
I’m so bad, I flew a bad b---- out the country (Bad, bad)

Say, “I love you,” I was lyin’, that was yesterday (Yesterday)
Pocket rocket in the club, but that’s the only way (That’s the only way)
If I know that I won’t win then I won’t even play
I’m so bad that I was waitin’ on a bad day

She don’t even love me, she just like me ’cause I’m bad
I was in the ‘Rari pulalin’ off, I made ’em mad (Skrrt)
If they try to pull me over, I’ma do the dash (Woo, woo)
If she give me top, then I might f--- her on the corner (Woo, woo, woo)
Bad boy (Bad), I’m so f-----’ bad, I was cuttin’ class (Class)
Bad, bad, ain’t no hall pass, I was trappin’ gas (Gas)
I might shoot (I might shoot), I was ridin’ ’round Miami with no roof (‘Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexin’ in the coupe