B.o.B - I'm Bad lyrics

Give me that walkie talkie

New niggas can't rap quite like I can
I just landed in Japan with
A blunt in my hand
Bobby Ray, got a bitch for each B in my name
The only thing missing from my dick is her
I'm magnificent k-k-k- I be killing shit
Crime scene too dirty
They left a fingerprint
Oh you gangsta of the year huh
Bet if I threw your mixtape out of
My window you shed a tear huh
I know the game ain't the way it work
She wanted me choke her
Told her sign a waiver first
I'm talking paperwork, paperwork, body search
When they hundred bitches falling
Like life alert and I don't want no praise
I don't want no debt
So many agents on my page
Think my phone is tapped
She tells me "Bobby Ray you
Always drip the hardest" call it jaws
Pussy wetter then the sharks fin

I'm Bad (O-b, b-o o-b, b-o-b, b-o-b)
Think I'm gonna need backup
(O-b, b-o o-b, b-o-b, b-o-b)
Think I'm gonna need backup
I'm a bad mothafu- I'm a- I'm a
Bad mothafu- I'm a- I'm a ba

I'm a bad madafucka even worse physical
Fuck her like my dick gon' get residual
Picasso with the visuals
Came out the womb walked out
On a hospital bill my lifestyle is a taboo
She a bad bitch but can't
Sit through a tattoo
That clit big as a cashew
Tryna' hide this boner like
I'm smuggling statues
That ain't your hubby just a
Nigga you live with fuck on a little bit and
Split out her bills with
You split 'cause he found he
Had a family in Memphis
And his kids go to clipston
(to clipston?) to clipston
You want a nigga everyone ain't been with
But nigga's gone nigga I would
Say it's a slim pick
If love is a crime I got felonies
Baby momma's crushing like a jelly bean

I'm Bad crush you like a jelly bean
Crush you like a jelly bean
Crush you like a jelly bean
Crush you like a jelly bean
Crush you like a j- crush you like a
Crush you like a j- crush you like a
Jelly- jelly- jelly- jelly, j- j- jelly bean

My grandma fat, and lived to be eighty
Nowadays niggas be dead 'fore
They leave out of
You ain't a mother, you ain't special
Just a bitch with a baby
It's 2018 you still live in the 80's
Oh you a hotep, oh you a hotep
Oh you a king huh, well where your throne at
How you a rapper you ain't
Even got a song yet
Tryna' give your bitch your number you
Ain't even got a phone yet, yeah
And I'm a whole lot a trouble
You look confused "uh what?"
A whole lotta puzzle
Deposing me, that's a whole lotta struggle
Like tryna' come out of a hole with a shovel
I can't take you to bed you
Too young at a head
You just bad you retarded, you specially ed
I'm public I don't care who looking
Fuck oreo I'm smoking girl scout cookies

Who's bad who's bad
Who's bad who's bad
Who's bad who's bad
Who's bad