Bad Boy – Juice WRLD

Letra da música Bad Boy. Acesse as músicas mais tocadas e lançamentos de Juice WRLD.

Yeah
(Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I’m a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash
And got in my bag, boy
Please don’t think it’s sweet, I stay with the heat
Even though I’m a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me
‘Fore that breath be ya last, boy (let’s go, yeah)
I’ve been drinkin’ Red Razz, boy (Red, yeah)
I’ve been trappin’ all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr, brr, brr, brr)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months (ooh)
Overseas, honey skinned bitch, croissants (uh)
Wrecked the GTR (skrrt), I love to crash cars
I’m a bad boy so I got a bad broad
Futuristic rides imported from Mars (skrrt, skrrt)
Smith & Wesson .45, put a hole in his heart
Better not play with me, killers they stay with me
Your bitty lay with me
She fell in love with my ice, yeah, that hockey rink
They come to kick it, I’m not on the soccer team
Knew I would make it, it’s part of my prophecy
Raf Simmons match my Prada jeans
I’ma do the dash, get some pack, ain’t no one as bad as me
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I’m a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash
And got in my bag, boy
Please don’t think it’s sweet, I stay with the heat
Even though I’m a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me
‘Fore that breath be ya last boy (it’s on, yeah)
I’ve been drinkin’ Red Razz, boy (Red, yeah)
I’ve been trappin’ all these birds, McCoy (McCoy)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months (ooh)
Overseas, honey skinned bitch, croissants (uh)
Sticky, sticky, Ricky, I smoke Skittles not no sticky (sticky)
I shot at his mommy, now he no longer mention me (thot, thot)
You say you want smoke and I’ve been comin’ down the chimney (whoa)
You got barbecue, you bitches, I’m so fried and they crispy (ooh)
I had on Margiela’s when I shot at the cunt (murk)
Act like you want war and they gon’ smoke you like a blunt (smoke you like a blunt)
I’m just keepin’ it real with ya, I’m just bein’ blunt (I’m just bein’ blunt)
Porsche Carrera, got the pipes out the back like a skunk (skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Answer the sound of the ‘Vette (skrrt)
I keep me the vest (skrrt), I keep me a test (skrrt)
I read your message (skrrt), I bust on her chest (skrrt)
I made a mess (skrrt), I hope for the best (skrrt), go like a chaser (skrrt)
I be the best (skrrt), I got the neck (skrrt)
I can turn a check (skrrt), look like Project X (skrrt)
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I’m a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash
And got in my bag, boy
Please don’t think it’s sweet, I stay with the heat
Even though I’m a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me
‘Fore that breath be ya last boy (it’s on, yeah)
I’ve been drinkin’ Red Razz, boy (Red, yeah)
I’ve been trappin’ all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr, brr, brr, brr)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months (ooh)
Overseas, honey skinned bitch, croissants (uh)