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Bad Boy Lyrics by FL Lotto

May Cause Dizziness

2020

Ay (x4)
(Big Dope)
(verse)
I can't fit the pack in my sock... or my pocket
That means that I'm copping a lot
And i dont much trap like that neither
I sell what I need so its free and go smoke in the lot
And all of the shit that i write? I would die for
So to say that it's meaning a lot for the people who say that you're fans -- is an understatement
I'm just inundated by the thought
And bitch im on the clock, working all damn day
(Tick, tick, tick, tick, tock)
GOD! I hate a 9-5 so I'm working 5-9 praying that this shit'll stop
And i dont really pray and ask for a lot
But i think i might need me a blessing nigga
With the way that these times have been going, I think i might have to go get me a Wesson nigga
And then
(chorus; x2)
Hit the lick and pistol whip the fool
I pass em off, no Pistons dude
But I'm a bad boy
Handy Manny, I grip the tool
Mouth full of gold man, it glistens when I drool
I'm just on a higher level like I'm sitting on a stool, or a ladder
Baddest bitches gon lay it out like a platter
Make a splatter when we all done
Shit, I probably gotta take me 2 or 3 just to be on one
(verse)
Roll up another, I got that shit covered like Sherman
She all in my clothes like detergent
I'm spitting that sermon but slurring my words way too often, it sounds like I'm speaking in cursive
I keep me a virgin, a freak, and a freak that i met as a virgin
We all in the cut like a surgeon
I'm urging you not to get a nigga started
I'm purging on you, now you dearly departed
I pardoned myself from the pity party i was part of that came from the way i was brought up
I slaughter this beat and then feed her my meat like some fodder
I've fought off depression, the FUCK is brawl?
Muhfucka come get it, I'll give to you all
I'm balling spring, summer, winter, and fall
Step back and that jumper go right in yo jaw
I just jump out the gym and then dunk on yo dawg
I like my sex raw
So i can go right in that pussy, nosedive in that pussy
And baby i know that its mine cause you gushin
That kush make it feel like a cushion
Its right for the pushin, and I ain't gon bullshit you neither
I ball while you be in the bleachers
The blunt packed with indica and a sativa
So know imma be wreaking, better hope I'm not tweaking cause I just might
(chorus)
Credits
FL Lotto

FL Lotto

About “Bad Boy” by FL Lotto

Read the complete lyrics to "Bad Boy" by FL Lotto from the album "May Cause Dizziness" in 2020. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.

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"Bad Boy" appears on "May Cause Dizziness" in 2020.

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