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Bad Guy (feat. Johnny Juicy) Video (MV)




Performed By: RyMc
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Ryan Luna, Johnny Ibrahim




RyMc - Bad Guy (feat. Johnny Juicy) Lyrics




They label me the bad guy
Say that I'm a villain
I'm just tryna maximize all these f*ckin millions
Press him with that cast iron, like we f*ckin grillin
Think because I act kind, I don't know bout drillin
Always try to act fine, even when I ain't
Never one to brag about it, throw it in they face
Any day could be the last time that I ever wake
Give all glory to the most high, hit my knees and pray
Crazy weather , no surprise , brutal winter, Montana State
Shouts to Pragz, that brother wise
Got respected , that's what I gave
Custom leather done by Guap
If he did em, then it's flames
Yuttas stitched up with the cross
1 of 1 , can't be replaced

My talent bout to amplify
Just put out a sample size
Boutta take em for a ride
Take a trip inside my mind
Bitches know I been that guy
One they love to criticize
Cuz Im livin, staying fly
I be sitting, sipping wine
No longer getter high
Motherf*ckers gotta die
Come and look inside my eyes
Think I got like 9 lives
Read the between lines
Time to go and pay your tithes
All these f*cking moral crimes
Everything you try to hide
Boutta creep up from behind
Pretty little lies, you kinda like Lucy and Shay
There's no heaven comin for ya, you gon never see that day
I be with my brother Johnny , we can teach you how to pray
Having our way , state to state , catching all these planes
Bring the pain like I'm bane
Crushing grapes , bout to do the same thing to every face
That be me calling insane , all this shit up in my brain
Pointing to my wrist, bout to treat em all like I'm Dame
In the Heavy rain , it's lookin like a hurricane
Scarface, we the wave , no, we never gon be tamed
3 plates in the gym, see we got unique shape
Uno, dos, tres, built the pounds up right from a 8th
Got my senseis , Gods kids we don't play
We got different taste , man your life is such a waste
Partaking in the same thing since 11th grade
Lemme put ya in your place, leaving em without a trace
Yours hearts what I ate, show respect for Gods sake
I give this all it takes , so theres everything at stake
Now my soul is too awake , think I live in heavens gates
Since I started breathing flames , I been dealing with the hate
Not too many can relate , I just chill and go create
I don't even try to aim , once I hear the bass, I bang
Every lesson that I gave , so they don't forget the name
When you're great you gotta wait , stay praising Yahweh

Yeah, stay praising Yahweh
Yahweh, yeah

They label me the bad guy
Say that I'm the villain
I'm just tryna maximize, all these f*ckin millions, yeah
They label me the bad guy
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They label me the bad guy
Say that I'm a villain
I'm just tryna maximize all these f*ckin millions
Press him with that cast iron, like we f*ckin grillin
Think because I act kind, I don't know bout drillin
Always try to act fine, even when I ain't
Never one to brag about it, throw it in they face
Any day could be the last time that I ever wake
Give all glory to the most high, hit my knees and pray
Crazy weather , no surprise , brutal winter, Montana State
Shouts to Pragz, that brother wise
Got respected , that's what I gave
Custom leather done by Guap
If he did em, then it's flames
Yuttas stitched up with the cross
1 of 1 , can't be replaced

My talent bout to amplify
Just put out a sample size
Boutta take em for a ride
Take a trip inside my mind
Bitches know I been that guy
One they love to criticize
Cuz Im livin, staying fly
I be sitting, sipping wine
No longer getter high
Motherf*ckers gotta die
Come and look inside my eyes
Think I got like 9 lives
Read the between lines
Time to go and pay your tithes
All these f*cking moral crimes
Everything you try to hide
Boutta creep up from behind
Pretty little lies, you kinda like Lucy and Shay
There's no heaven comin for ya, you gon never see that day
I be with my brother Johnny , we can teach you how to pray
Having our way , state to state , catching all these planes
Bring the pain like I'm bane
Crushing grapes , bout to do the same thing to every face
That be me calling insane , all this shit up in my brain
Pointing to my wrist, bout to treat em all like I'm Dame
In the Heavy rain , it's lookin like a hurricane
Scarface, we the wave , no, we never gon be tamed
3 plates in the gym, see we got unique shape
Uno, dos, tres, built the pounds up right from a 8th
Got my senseis , Gods kids we don't play
We got different taste , man your life is such a waste
Partaking in the same thing since 11th grade
Lemme put ya in your place, leaving em without a trace
Yours hearts what I ate, show respect for Gods sake
I give this all it takes , so theres everything at stake
Now my soul is too awake , think I live in heavens gates
Since I started breathing flames , I been dealing with the hate
Not too many can relate , I just chill and go create
I don't even try to aim , once I hear the bass, I bang
Every lesson that I gave , so they don't forget the name
When you're great you gotta wait , stay praising Yahweh

Yeah, stay praising Yahweh
Yahweh, yeah

They label me the bad guy
Say that I'm the villain
I'm just tryna maximize, all these f*ckin millions, yeah
They label me the bad guy
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Writer: Ryan Luna, Johnny Ibrahim
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