BADBOY - DaBoyWay lyrics

rate me

Ft. Rogi Wallace

(Quote: Paulo Coelho)

The closer one gets to realizing his destiny

The more that destiny becomes his true reason for being

(Intro)

I'mma do it all day, do it crazy

(I hear ya, baby! Bless)

When I'm around now, everybody say

Yeah-eh-yeah-eh-yeah, yeah-eh-yeah-eh-yeah

(Verse)

Nah, let me tell ya somethin' bout my crew

It's not uncommon if you see us sipping on that blue

Doc, Ciroc, the boy that can rock the plot

We all about the gwop, we goin' round the world

And then it doesn't really stop

Hustlers, we do our thing, all the weed and all the drinks

Speak that cash flow, I am kidding

Chillin', countin' money with the fam

When I say tat I be winnin'

Shout to Chip7, Bangkok representing

Pay yo tax and everything go

Have my family good fo' sure

A young hot with it, shit, you feel it in my pose

Now, how ya figure? How ya do it bigger?

My mind a tutor, ____________(?)

Shawty shakin' it, she workin' it, she gettin' it

I'm all up in it like I'm all about my business

Oops, sorry when I fuck you with your bitches

We a tidal wave, my ____(?), while you just splish-splash

(Hook)

Oh, you should know

Ya messing with za bad man

He's an animal

Oh, you should know

Ya messing with za bad man

He's an animal

Mad comin' at ya in di bad trap

Fat boi bring fire pon' di trap

Swish fill his wrist like a gunshot

Ya rather say chill, mi put on di block

Run fo' yo life, you're under attack!

Bad boy keep a couple of truck

Are you sure you'd rather be messin'

With a bad man?

Yeah-eh-yeah-eh-yeah, yeah-eh-yeah-eh-yeah (braaaa)

Yeah-eh-yeah-eh-yeah, yeah-eh-yeah-eh-yeah (braaaa)

(Verse 2)

Ayo, stand on 'em, come shit profound on 'em

The girls is cryin' fo' him

Watch out, the past returnin'

Rather get the bottle on him

The boy is in the kitchen

This beat is really kickin'

The roof outside is missin'

And when the shit that I've been cookin'

Drops ya definitely gonna listen

I seen the pot you piss in

My illness' kinda grissin'

Can't fuck these bitch

I say just 'get a life, I'll see you later'

And fuck these bitches, chase that paper bag

My city, I'm the mayor

And everything I do I gots to do it fuckin' major

So do yoself a favor, put hands in the air

And rap where you from

And we drink like we don't care

Where we are on the top and you just way down there

And you should kill yourself cuz life just isn't fair

Outside, split spliff then I put in piff

Spread her legs then I put in dick

I'm likin' how you do that and now

Baby girl, I got this

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

Yo boy stay stoned, hate it on that Coby

But still they wanna clone me

These legs is phony, full of baloney

Don't use a pedal, got my pockets deep, homie

You know, neva bum me, put about that change

I do it for my country

I'm prolly one of the best it's ever seen

But damn sure the fly shit, I po po po po pop a magazine

Heavy rain flow, got 'em fiendin', leanin', askin' me for more

Love when you do like 'this ain't neva happen to me befo'

Aye Yoyo, the flow be dope, be in pocket

Then 20 twerk it then stop it

Believe me, baby, I'mma do it big, Christopher Wallace

And honest, man, when I cock it, I bang I might then rock it

The flow is futuristic, __________(?)

While your shawty sits her own up in my boxers

Oh, now stop it, turn around and drop it

I like it how you do that

Damn now, baby girl, I got this

(Hook)