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Bad Kid Video (MV)




Performed By: novembxrszn
Language: English
Length: 3:40
Written by: James Mills
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Mama seen me get tattooed, now she think I'm a bad kid (Look honey, Dexter's done it)
Makin' music and cash, bitch, ma, that's just my passion
I got Dexter tatted, cause I really die for this
Middle finger tatted, cannot get distracted
Now she in a frenzy, I ask her where her friends be
My bad I had been on Mars, but I can't send you lately
Skull hand tatted go crazy, young nigga get money like Jay-Z
Throw that bomb, Tom Brady
Hella dollar bills, dead faces
Would not be here without my woes
Rollin' up another one, finna roll that shit on god
I get high so much, I don't know where I be at though
When you walk to my crib, gotta walk up the hill, to open, just slide the door
347, 718, the city, that's the home base
I'll tat the whole body, but not the face
Took her out, she get defaced
Got bricks and money all over the place
Bitch, stop calling my phone, I need some space
Huh, goddamn
Driver move up, I need some room, goddamn
Sitting more baby's than Cat and Sam
All my sons are like my lamb
Speaking of the Lamb, when I drive it go ham
Got way more green than Green, eggs, and Ham
Made a M off beats, you niggas shake hands
Not friendly with shit, not shakin' no hands
Feelin' my self, just tatted the hands
In five minutes, made like, um, five bands
Brand new truck, 2025 Ram
In like ten minutes, I made your rent
Mama seen me get tattooed, now she think I'm a bad kid
Makin' music and cash, bitch, ma, that's just my passion
I got Dexter tatted, cause I really die for this
Middle finger tatted, cannot get distracted
Now she in a frenzy, I ask her where her friends be
My bad I had been on Mars, but I can't send you lately
Skull hand tatted go crazy, young nigga get money like Jay-Z
Throw that bomb, Tom Brady
Hella dollar bills, dead faces
Nigga it's Dexter and I could take your motherf*ckin' bitch
AP go straight on the wrist (Yes)
AP, I'm proud of my wrist (Skrrt)
She suck it, I'm proud of my bitch (Yes)
Other bitch say"Bonjour" (Bonjour)
Car got 800 horse (800 horse)
Brand new Lamb, I floor it
Brand new Rolls, suicidal doors
Ace Ventura, Hellcat roars
Codeine sippin, pourin' a four
Straight from the east, the corner stores
Diamonds all colors, Sunkist orange
You ain't bout a bag, nigga you boring
I step on that necks, I know they sore
You ain't know me then, you ain't know me before
Tinted the coupe, bulletproof
Balenciaga, bodysuit
You takin' fake percs, we know the real you
Always in the right, never acute
Money go large, money obtuse
Your streams real low, you need a boost
Coco brown, get her real loose
She playin' my dick like a flute
Or a violin
Made many mistakes, but not Young Sins
Out with my bitch in Berlin
Four times shit, we steppin' in Tims
G-Wagon, Rose gold rims
Hit these niggas like I'm apart of the Rams
You hate but your bitch is my fan
All white everything like I'm in a clan
All white skully like I'm Sans
Diamonds shinin' got her in a trance
Make sure you niggas feel me
Pull her tracks, she poppin' a plan B
Stick to the plan, no plan B
Got niggas on my side, they throwin' C's
Send that ho' just overseas
All blacked out in double B's
Nigga it's Dexter and I could take your motherf*ckin' bitch
AP go straight on the wrist (Yes)
AP, I'm proud of my wrist (Skrrt)
She suck it, I'm proud of my bitch (Yes)
Other bitch say"Bonjour" (Bonjour)
Car got 800 horse (800 horse)
Brand new Lamb, I floor it
Brand new Rolls, suicidal doors
Ace Ventura, Hellcat roars
Codeine sippin, pourin' a four
Straight from the east, the corner stores
Diamonds all colors, Sunkist orange
You ain't bout a bag, nigga you boring
I step on that necks, I know they sore
You ain't know me then, you ain't know me before
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English

Mama seen me get tattooed, now she think I'm a bad kid (Look honey, Dexter's done it)
Makin' music and cash, bitch, ma, that's just my passion
I got Dexter tatted, cause I really die for this
Middle finger tatted, cannot get distracted
Now she in a frenzy, I ask her where her friends be
My bad I had been on Mars, but I can't send you lately
Skull hand tatted go crazy, young nigga get money like Jay-Z
Throw that bomb, Tom Brady
Hella dollar bills, dead faces
Would not be here without my woes
Rollin' up another one, finna roll that shit on god
I get high so much, I don't know where I be at though
When you walk to my crib, gotta walk up the hill, to open, just slide the door
347, 718, the city, that's the home base
I'll tat the whole body, but not the face
Took her out, she get defaced
Got bricks and money all over the place
Bitch, stop calling my phone, I need some space
Huh, goddamn
Driver move up, I need some room, goddamn
Sitting more baby's than Cat and Sam
All my sons are like my lamb
Speaking of the Lamb, when I drive it go ham
Got way more green than Green, eggs, and Ham
Made a M off beats, you niggas shake hands
Not friendly with shit, not shakin' no hands
Feelin' my self, just tatted the hands
In five minutes, made like, um, five bands
Brand new truck, 2025 Ram
In like ten minutes, I made your rent
Mama seen me get tattooed, now she think I'm a bad kid
Makin' music and cash, bitch, ma, that's just my passion
I got Dexter tatted, cause I really die for this
Middle finger tatted, cannot get distracted
Now she in a frenzy, I ask her where her friends be
My bad I had been on Mars, but I can't send you lately
Skull hand tatted go crazy, young nigga get money like Jay-Z
Throw that bomb, Tom Brady
Hella dollar bills, dead faces
Nigga it's Dexter and I could take your motherf*ckin' bitch
AP go straight on the wrist (Yes)
AP, I'm proud of my wrist (Skrrt)
She suck it, I'm proud of my bitch (Yes)
Other bitch say"Bonjour" (Bonjour)
Car got 800 horse (800 horse)
Brand new Lamb, I floor it
Brand new Rolls, suicidal doors
Ace Ventura, Hellcat roars
Codeine sippin, pourin' a four
Straight from the east, the corner stores
Diamonds all colors, Sunkist orange
You ain't bout a bag, nigga you boring
I step on that necks, I know they sore
You ain't know me then, you ain't know me before
Tinted the coupe, bulletproof
Balenciaga, bodysuit
You takin' fake percs, we know the real you
Always in the right, never acute
Money go large, money obtuse
Your streams real low, you need a boost
Coco brown, get her real loose
She playin' my dick like a flute
Or a violin
Made many mistakes, but not Young Sins
Out with my bitch in Berlin
Four times shit, we steppin' in Tims
G-Wagon, Rose gold rims
Hit these niggas like I'm apart of the Rams
You hate but your bitch is my fan
All white everything like I'm in a clan
All white skully like I'm Sans
Diamonds shinin' got her in a trance
Make sure you niggas feel me
Pull her tracks, she poppin' a plan B
Stick to the plan, no plan B
Got niggas on my side, they throwin' C's
Send that ho' just overseas
All blacked out in double B's
Nigga it's Dexter and I could take your motherf*ckin' bitch
AP go straight on the wrist (Yes)
AP, I'm proud of my wrist (Skrrt)
She suck it, I'm proud of my bitch (Yes)
Other bitch say"Bonjour" (Bonjour)
Car got 800 horse (800 horse)
Brand new Lamb, I floor it
Brand new Rolls, suicidal doors
Ace Ventura, Hellcat roars
Codeine sippin, pourin' a four
Straight from the east, the corner stores
Diamonds all colors, Sunkist orange
You ain't bout a bag, nigga you boring
I step on that necks, I know they sore
You ain't know me then, you ain't know me before
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Writer: James Mills
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