Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Huh, Yeah, you act like I'm the bad guy
Go ahead and test some
Runnin' with that big chop
Why they treating me like I'm the bad guy
Yeah, ridin' down that road, I'm in that fast car
Yeah, yeah, you left me alone, bitch that's my last straw
You the only one I put my bag on
Black on my fit, Rick Owens
Money spread, I got riches on my arm
You ain't did shit, bitch I got this on my own
So when you go through shit
You better not hit my phone
Why are they talking like they got bags or some
Why that hoe talk to me like she bad or some
No I ain't givin' up on shit
Bitch, I'm my daddy's son
Can't wait to grow up and have kids
I'm gon' be proud of 'em
Why they treating me like I'm the bad guy
Ridin' down that road, I'm in that fast car
Yeah, you left me alone, bitch that's my last straw
You the only one I put my bag on
Black on my fit, Rick Owens
Money spread, I got riches on my arm
You ain't did shit, bitch I got this on my own
So when you go through shit
You better not hit my phone
They got bags or some, yeah
Talk to me like she bad or some, yeah
Bitch, I'm my daddy's son, yeah
4EVRSAUCE - Bad Guy Lyrics
4EVRSAUCE - Bad Guy Lyrics
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Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Huh, Yeah, you act like I'm the bad guy
Go ahead and test some
Runnin' with that big chop
Why they treating me like I'm the bad guy
Yeah, ridin' down that road, I'm in that fast car
Yeah, yeah, you left me alone, bitch that's my last straw
You the only one I put my bag on
Black on my fit, Rick Owens
Money spread, I got riches on my arm
You ain't did shit, bitch I got this on my own
So when you go through shit
You better not hit my phone
Why are they talking like they got bags or some
Why that hoe talk to me like she bad or some
No I ain't givin' up on shit
Bitch, I'm my daddy's son
Can't wait to grow up and have kids
I'm gon' be proud of 'em
Why they treating me like I'm the bad guy
Ridin' down that road, I'm in that fast car
Yeah, you left me alone, bitch that's my last straw
You the only one I put my bag on
Black on my fit, Rick Owens
Money spread, I got riches on my arm
You ain't did shit, bitch I got this on my own
So when you go through shit
You better not hit my phone
They got bags or some, yeah
Talk to me like she bad or some, yeah
Bitch, I'm my daddy's son, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Huh, Yeah, you act like I'm the bad guy
Go ahead and test some
Runnin' with that big chop
Why they treating me like I'm the bad guy
Yeah, ridin' down that road, I'm in that fast car
Yeah, yeah, you left me alone, bitch that's my last straw
You the only one I put my bag on
Black on my fit, Rick Owens
Money spread, I got riches on my arm
You ain't did shit, bitch I got this on my own
So when you go through shit
You better not hit my phone
Why are they talking like they got bags or some
Why that hoe talk to me like she bad or some
No I ain't givin' up on shit
Bitch, I'm my daddy's son
Can't wait to grow up and have kids
I'm gon' be proud of 'em
Why they treating me like I'm the bad guy
Ridin' down that road, I'm in that fast car
Yeah, you left me alone, bitch that's my last straw
You the only one I put my bag on
Black on my fit, Rick Owens
Money spread, I got riches on my arm
You ain't did shit, bitch I got this on my own
So when you go through shit
You better not hit my phone
They got bags or some, yeah
Talk to me like she bad or some, yeah
Bitch, I'm my daddy's son, yeah
Writer: Cristian Pena
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