SLAINE - Bad Guy lyrics

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SLAINE - Bad Guy lyrics

[Intro:] Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes [Verse 1:] Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol and common a**hole Taken off the street right from the basement to the castle From the rap flow I was stuck but now I'm wasted international I'm all about the cash flow You can look it how I get it Poppin' pain k**ers like a crooked paramedic I'm a crook and I'm pathetic I keep pushing till I get it Got the pedal to the medal I ain't looking where I'm headed Cops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV They got their dick hard from the b**h who sitting next to me Listen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be You can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free Real funny, super f**s co*k s**ers wanna steal from me I made a fire never played guitars Spend my errands and make my pill money Speak the truth don't tell no lies I never talk but a black toe I'm no model but a cold heart I'm so smart that I act dumb [Hook:] Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes [Verse 2:] 30 perk 30's on alert early Riding filthy so filthy I can dirt dirty Get the gurb birdy Flip the bird sturdy Had these f**in rappers, Ye you nerds heard me Tear the lies and vandalize in your habitat Cruise around crown royal in his cadillac Black boots, black brin with the master match Hallucinations is satan b**hes is pastor rap I'm so gone, sh** I'm f**ing faded I ball the ounce, sh** I'm f**ing waited Put some cheese on your head get your f**ing grading Make a flick with your b**h, Look me in my sippy cutting, is me with that piggy tux Don't miss me with that siffy stuff Dipsy getting pissy but that milli right in milli gut I came up doing risky stuff, I risk my life for 50 bucks [Hook:] Turked up drinking out the bottle I'm an a**hole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes [Verse 3:] I'm the bad guy, the bad guy with the black gun When I black out with the mac out Somebody asked out like a fat b**h in the G string It's a G thing like the doctor And the dough father free my dogs on Gun powder call Peter up I don't give a f** sick 'em on his a** And I'm laughin up as I feed 'em all In my postal lunch, sick as f** I'm deranged, twisted brain Insane in a membrane I'm a fly dream on a ship maine That's a blue dream with a creep ma** Sippin red rozay with the pirule Free man with the low gain Like G man What the f** the b**hes If I'm stiff like a mannequin With the lube balls with anything I can't stand the b**h What it came the b**h from Los Angeles With phase up that's fatter than that a** of my Atlanta b**h Get abandon ship, this life ship going down with it I'm the captive b**h immaculate with this rapper sh** Turn about this back wits How you wack b**h Baptize the jaw like a baptist You f**ing lame my least flame See smoke, see the flames Smoking millies it's point plain Let 'em bang, deep brain [Hook:] Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes

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