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Give me that walkie-talkie New niggas can't rap quite like I can I just landed in Japan with a blunt in my hand Bobby Ray, got a bitch for each B in my name The only thing missing from my dick is her [?] I'm magnificent k-k-k- I be killing shit 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 bitches 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, pussy wetter then the sharks fin 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- I'm a bad madafucka even worse [?] physical Fuck her like my dick gon' get residual Letras de cancionesPicasso with the visuals Came out the womb walked out on a hospital bill My lifestyle is a taboo, she a bad bitch but can't sit through a tattoo That clit big as a [?] Tryna' hide this boner like i'm smuggling statues That ain't your hubby just a nigga you live with Fuck 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 nigga everyone ain't been with But nigga's gone nigga I would say it's a slim pick If love is a crime I got felonies Baby momma's crushing like a jelly bean 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 My grandma [?] fat, and lived to be eighty Nowadays niggas be dead 'fore they leave out of [?] You ain't a mother, you ain't special, just a bitch 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 bitch 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 retarded, you specially ed I'm public I don't care who looking Fuck oreo I'm smoking girl scout cookies Who's bad Who's bad Who's bad Who's bad Who's bad Who's bad Who's bad From Letras Mania