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Featuring Millyz & Smoke Bulga aka Donn Lennon (Intro) Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes (Verse 1) Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol and common asshole Taken off the street right from the basement to the castle From the rap flow I was stuck but now I'm wasted international I'm all about the cash flow You can look it how I get it Poppin' pain killers like a crooked paramedic I'm a crook and I'm pathetic I keep pushing till I get it Got the pedal to the medal I ain't looking where I'm headed Cops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV They got their dick hard from the bitch who sitting next to me Listen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be You can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free Real funny, super fucks cock suckers wanna steal from me I made a fire never played guitars Spend my errands and make my pill money Speak the truth don't tell no lies I never talk but a black toe Letras de cancionesI'm no model but a cold heart I'm so smart that I act dumb (Hook) Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes (Verse 2) 30 perk 30's on alert early Riding filthy so filthy I can dirt dirty Get the gurb birdy Flip the bird sturdy Had these fuckin rappers, Ye you nerds heard me Tear the lies and vandalize in your habitat Cruise around crown royal in his cadillac Black boots, black brin with the master match Hallucinations is satan bitches is pastor rap I'm so gone, shit I'm fucking faded I ball the ounce, shit I'm fucking waited Put some cheese on your head get your fucking grading Make a flick with your bitch, Look me in my sippy cutting, is me with that piggy tux Don't miss me with that siffy stuff Dipsy getting pissy but that milli right in milli gut I came up doing risky stuff, I risk my life for 50 bucks (Hook) Turked up drinking out the bottle I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes (Verse 3) I'm the bad guy, the bad guy with the black gun When I black out with the mac out Somebody asked out like a fat bitch in the G string It's a G thing like the doctor And the dough father free my dogs on Gun powder call Peter up I don't give a fuck sick 'em on his ass And I'm laughin up as I feed 'em all In my postal lunch, sick as fuck I'm deranged, twisted brain Insane in a membrane I'm a fly dream on a ship maine That's a blue dream with a creep mass Sippin red rozay with the pirule Free man with the low gain Like G man What the fuck the bitches If I'm stiff like a mannequin With the lube balls with anything I can't stand the bitch What it came the bitch from Los Angeles With phase up that's fatter than that ass of my Atlanta bitch Get abandon ship, this life ship going down with it I'm the captive bitch immaculate with this rapper shit Turn about this back wits How you wack bitch Baptize the jaw like a baptist You fucking lame my least flame See smoke, see the flames Smoking millies it's point plain Let 'em bang, deep brain (Hook) Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes From Letras Mania