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lirik lagu bad - backseat freestyle

[verse 1: mary & molly]
walked up in this b-tch, betta believe we taking over
been faded all night, b-tch, f-ck being sober
all this money got me rolling in a brand new rover
nationally wanted, but locally undercover
benji in my duffel, i pray that he doesn’t smother
keisha rollin’ with us, she posted up in the cubbard
pistol in your mouth, you won’t even need a rubber
been bangin’ all night, have ya screamin’ for ya mother

don’t mock the glock, or we’ll knock ya my brotha’
we won’t back down from you, or any other
we start all the wars, f-ck being a lover
buck up to a pusha, then we gon’ shove her

all these drugs in my system, when i shoot i don’t miss him
now hold up and listen, we shoot while you dissin’
it’s my gun that i’m kissin’, for your life you’ll be wishin’
it’s my fingers they itchin’ that’s why i’m in this position

[hook]
all my life i want money and power
f-ck with bad b-tches, it’ll be ya last hour
pucker up for the gun, when it busts it’s sour
boss -ss b-tch snorting lines of gun powder

d-mn me and my b-tches
d-mn me and my b-tches
d-mn me and my b-tches
shootin’ for the riches
all my life i want money and power
f-ck with bad b-tches, it’ll be ya last hour

[verse 2: molly]
bankroll is the goal
bust you in the hole
get dough and we roll
down on that poll
f-ck with your soul
heart black as coal
mary in my bowl
count the death toll
we’re taking all your cash
puttin’ n-ggas on blast
gettin’ racks fast
your money won’t f-ckin last
green, yellow, red, that rast-a
you don’t wanna f-ck with my cast-cause
this life is a movie
and we’re burning b-tches like uv
you’re just a basic groupie
these dogs mean nothing to me
don’t nail ya girl, just screw me
do it to me, do it to me
p-ss it to a fake b-tch, only if it beat doe
k!llin’ this sh-t, and we got this beat dope
you’re different? well i’m f-cking rippin’ it
we whippin’ it, then trippin’ it, then tippin’ it, and sippin’ it

[verse 3: mary]
make it rain, don’t make it hail
run from a b-tch? better tuck your tail
talk like you bad, but your sh-ts resale
thirsty b-tch, sip on some ale
she dancin like she full of it
we f-cking till he celibate
my money is ellaborate
your nasty -ss is irrelevant
my body is exquisite, we ridin’ around, gettin’ it
cappin’ b-tches that talk sh-t, all while we gettin’ lit
your man lookin’ over here, try to fight the f-cking tears
if you need a baby sitter, @ ya b-tch on twitter
he hopin’ he might hit her, that n-gga couldn’t get her
you wishing you could f-ck with a princess like me
cl-ssy like high school, but i’ll sting you like a bee
got a n-gga feenin’ like he think i want the d
boss -ss b-tch, you know that’s me
this ain’t sh-t, just wait and see

[hook: mary & molly]
martin had a dream
kendrick had a dream
bad b-tches have a dream

[hook]
all my life i want money and power
f-ck with bad b-tches, it’ll be ya last hour
pucker up for the gun, when it busts it’s sour
boss -ss b-tch snorting lines of gun powder

d-mn me and my b-tches
d-mn me and my b-tches
d-mn me and my b-tches
shootin’ for the riches
all my life i want money and power
f-ck with bad b-tches, it’ll be ya last hour

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