• 標題:Bad Ass
  • 歌手:KiD Ink;Meek Mill;Wale
  • 專輯:My Own Lane
  • 卡拉OK評級:1★
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    Bad Ass(feat.Meek Mill&Wale) - KiD Ink;Meek Mill;Wale
    I'm feeling like a man of the hour
    tear down that house
    Throwin' this money
    like it's no running out
    Okay but I wanna know
    can you get any higher?
    And drop it down the pole
    like it's a fire
    Now let me see just what you're doing
    with your bad ass
    I can't help but watch you move it
    Let me see just what you're doing
    host of the evening
    But girl it's your show
    now bring it back rerun
    I got pockets of hundreds
    they say that change is irrelevant
    Looking up in the sky
    I said I love watching you elevate
    High as you ever been
    we're getting hella bent
    Ball so hard I deserve me a Leatherman
    Man let me see that cake cake cake
    like Edmund's
    Ass up gon' take it down
    like a sedative
    That's a negative
    ain't nobody wetter than her
    Better get familiar
    like a motherfuckering relative
    Though you see the fireworks
    you looking where my section is
    All this money falling in the air
    like it's confetti bitch
    I'm feeling like the man of the hour
    I'm throwing this money
    can you get in the aisle
    Now let me see just what you doing
    I can't help but watch you moving
    Let me see just what you doing
    I'm the man of the hour money and power
    And I'm on my Lafitte
    so I let got that Geechee shit out me
    And the city is ours
    where the killers devour
    Where the niggas lift slippers
    and the victims left a few flowers
    Okay
    Where the c-dog
    know what I mean now cool
    Better be loud
    when I leave that room
    Knowin' how you move
    how you got that shoes
    When the heat on niggas be like whew
    Young nigga with some old riches
    In the coldest swimming I be with
    we on the cold bitches
    The broad left me
    I swear that I'm like p-noid
    you get me Dough
    And of course she got them cakes
    but I'm tryin' to see that throat
    35-O-O my code
    We high chuggin' on that dope
    Turn around girl let a nigga know
    Double M young Olu go!
    I'm feelin' like the man of the hour
    These niggas is haters
    they know that we eatin'
    I got a bitch in Jamaica
    find it tough when we speakin'
    I get your chick and I take her talkin'
    got a boat for the weekend
    I'm just a young nigga out there ballin'
    All these bad bitches callin'
    Rollie off like a new obelisk
    In the big Rolls Royce can't park it
    Got gold rims on my Aston Martin
    Now I'm rollin' up in that foreign
    I said all my bitches bad foreign
    And you can rent our last Aston Martin
    Hold up
    I flex hard on Instagram
    post your bitch on InstaHam
    Pyrex pots that's instant grams
    drop that work that's instant bands
    And I'm sittin' man
    on a couple mil'
    Swear my life's so fuckin' real
    Back to the wall like fuck the world
    And niggas say fuck me
    I’m a fuck their girl
    Now go ahead with that bad ass
    and fast cash right dash past
    Them silicones that bad ass
    got cheese out the rat trap
    Real late night no cat naps
    you so acrobatic
    Just move it to the bass slap
    the bass slap like the mackest
    No question we turn it up
    workin' on my fourth cup
    Been throwin' all this money
    like the ass is for purchase
    Very important person
    don't take it too personal
    Got more bottles than homies
    it's a movie ready for the show
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