Paroles de la chanson Bad Boy par Cookie Money

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Paroles de la chanson Bad Boy par Cookie Money

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Go, go

I like a good girl, but bad bitches love me more
I'm a bad boy, never signed to Diddy, though
In the hood, sold dope by the liquor store
Now I pull up, orange Ghost at that liquor store
You gotta put it in my hand, I’m from the Bay, bitch
It's a real nigga, I don't want no fake bitch
I’m the man in my city, look, ayy, bitch
You gotta bring this money up and don't say shit

I like a good girl, but bad bitches love me more
I done been around the world, I love my city more
I'm from East Oakland, baby, where we sell dope

And we gon' get it out the bitch if the trap slow
I get this money so fast, I gotta rap slow
Rich nigga, mama said that I'm an asshole
Hundred rounds, knock a nigga on his asshole
Suckers tellin', had to learn it from my daddy though
I'm a felon but I gotta keep this forty on me
Cookie World piece, I spent about forty on it
I don't ride stock, I gotta put the Forgis on it
I love a Glock-27 with a thirty on it
It’s Lil Cookie in this bitch, I know you love me, don’t you?
You can fuck with a boss, girl, I know you want to
Niggas doin' what they can, I do what I want to
I’ll blow a couple bands if I really want to

I like a good girl, but bad bitches love me more

I'm a bad boy, never signed to Diddy, though
In the hood, sold dope by the liquor store
Now I pull up, orange Ghost at that liquor store
You gotta put it in my hand, I'm from the Bay, bitch
It's a real nigga, I don’t want no fake bitch
I'm the man in my city, look, ayy, bitch
You gotta bring this money up and don't say shit

You gotta put it in my hand, I'm from the Bay, bitch
Call 'em Picasso, all them niggas like to paint shit
Everybody robbin', niggas tryna take shit
And they don't wanna grind, niggas wanna hit licks
They kickin' down doors, tryna get they wrist lit
Chasin' bags but he ran into a sentence

Knocked him on his ass, victim of the system
Don't lose your freedom tryna entertain these bitches
In the kitchen, I was entertaining chickens
Can't let a fuck nigga knock me off my pivot
I had to struggle just to learn how to get it
I lost grams just to learn how to whip it
Out of town where I learned how to flip shit
I miss Grams, had cancer in her kidney
We lost Ant, one shot and it killed him
First pops then Gotti and it killed me

I like a good girl, but bad bitches love me more
I'm a bad boy, never signed to Diddy, though
In the hood, sold dope by the liquor store
Now I pull up, orange Ghost at that liquor store
You gotta put it in my hand, I'm from the Bay, bitch

It's a real nigga, I don't want no fake bitch
I'm the man in my city, look, ayy, bitch
You gotta bring this money up and don't say shit

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