RaCharmMusic - BAD lyrics

I get high as hell when I got lower bucks Drinkn cuz I'm drivin, bein sober s**s (YUCK) No ice on da chain, pff! I'm cold enoughn Kall da crowd s**m *cuz dey goin nuts* DATS Don't trip get a grip or holda grudge Wut I spit so sick ya hands throwin up No slowin up till I'm blowin up cuz I'm growin up *(YUP)*X Life is a keg party and I sold da cups Chorus 2x: Wanna b rich so BAD Go on trips so BAD Have my whips so BAD N my chicks so BAD Cuz Ive lived so BAD sh** gets so Bad So I spit so BAD Tillit switch frum BAD Tilldeysay OOOOOO Da sh** u spit's so BAD Yo whips n chicks so BADDD Get it or it is Yo BAD Gettn fast cash ain't BAD Feelin myself, I'm my own molesta Inna triple decker, so dey disrespectcha n***as feelin salty, damn I must be pepper Sono .9 bymy side fries widout ketchup Hector got da desert eagle onda dressa yessah *sneeze* b4 da trigga *squeeze* jesus won't bless ya *seen many guys die* wut do I supply strechers I b da sky cuz I'm fly foreva *dames spittn game, saydey bang betta 2 gave me brain, datza doubleheada (hella) O is what she moans like she loves the letta Cuz in the cut, n***a I'ma shredder* *I want* men in sweaters wit 10 berettedas dat end vendettas B spendin chedda wit friends insteada up in dis weather *windy city turns sinnin fellas tah *cinderellas* Certifed, put a stamp on it like we sendn lettaz Chorus Bought ya CD, I wanna refund Just cuz UCGs, dunt mean u b1 I'm da new sh**, u a rerun Humpin sinceuh youngn, ho I know a p**y when Ic1 Hate sayin ya fake bangin, kall 'em BBgun Still here Mr. Wheelchair, NEVA c me run sh** starters spit harder u kant c me son Kids *oughta* marry *guala* wit no pre-e-nup Shotguns *The Rock* Glock iss *Batistia* Neitha tah defeatcha I'ma just beatcha wit sneakaz *(GEEZUS)* X *bout my bread n cheese* just like a pizza So I guess I feed, cha divas Lil ceasers Dats BAD, damnukno Ima dog, anddisho is a cheetah Animals when I beast her, hannibal when I eathah *land a role* in my feature calld *damn she blows* like sum speakers" Dat Im feelin dat head, like you gotta feva Chorus f**ed up, wit my clique, 6 spliffs, down a fifth I'm buck, widout a cent, da jokes on me *da joke is your b**h* (BEAT DROP) Who my opponent I'm on it like s*uts on a dick No loanin I own it on lock like *cuffs on a wrist* I don't give a f** if u buff if u big If u *cops* I don't *stop* betta duck if u pigs Nuts like a schiz, ophrenic I ment it Man I'm inittahwinit, wurr da rent iz ya *tenant* U kan mimic a gimmick like ur *deenis da meance* Gotta *penchant* 4 *winnin* n if I didn't yah dreamt it I'm playa, period, finish of sentence U hata, serious, sittin on benches "Put me n *guinness* 4 da most sinnin n winnin while grinnin My business and pimpin don't stop like *endless beginnins*