Boldy James, Real Bad Man - Ain’t No Bon Jovi lyrics
[Boldy James, Real Bad Man - Ain’t No Bon Jovi lyrics]
I'm the real, '96, it was real Afghan
Running from the Crown Vics
In them black vans
Had a phone full of fiends 'fore I had fans
Had plans on having scratch
Let her stack bands
Lost Brody on the set, I feel like Pacman
See straight through these pussy niggas
Like a CAT scan
Pockets full of blue money or a trap Benz
I'm just tryna get my top blew
Fuck a lap dance
Don't nobody fuck with my kitchen
After Moochie do the dishes
Put the pounds in a trash can
In my trap house ducking Jake and the Fatman
Top went up a buck so I
Had to bump into Mad Man
These niggas know just how I rock
This ain't no
My gaga told me say a prayer for me too
And to be careful what I do because
My son wanna be just like me
The Don truly, RIP my nigga Pan Swalley
We had the spot on Gramont
Right behind Johnny's
My niggas fussin' who hotter
Me or Mach-Hommy
I'm discussing the price of tea in
China like a hot topic
6 Mile, Gambino crime family
I'm the John Gotti in Detroit
All we do is sell birds and drop bodies
Got fire hobbies, love to read
Love to recycle get money
Fuck good and eat then repeat cycle
We three-peat it then we
Won another three titles
Everybody claiming they the best
Couldn't be Michael
Can't leave your pops unattended
We'll swipe you
When your bitch gave her pussy up
She was just being spiteful
My gaga told me, "Say a prayer for me too
And to be careful what I do cause
Your son wanna be just like you"
Let me drop the bomb on me
Put the nine on me
These niggas know just how I rock
This ain't no Bon Jovi
Judge put a bond on me
Had to pawn the Rollie
These niggas know just how I rock
This ain't no Bon Jovi
Couple niggas behind Boldy that'd ride for me
Take a headshot 'fore they let
A nigga slide on me
Big fish, no anchovies, the new Monster Kody
These niggas know just how I rock
This ain't no Bon Jovi
Running from the Crown Vics
In them black vans
Had a phone full of fiends 'fore I had fans
Had plans on having scratch
Let her stack bands
Lost Brody on the set, I feel like Pacman
See straight through these pussy niggas
Like a CAT scan
Pockets full of blue money or a trap Benz
I'm just tryna get my top blew
Fuck a lap dance
Don't nobody fuck with my kitchen
After Moochie do the dishes
Put the pounds in a trash can
In my trap house ducking Jake and the Fatman
Top went up a buck so I
Had to bump into Mad Man
These niggas know just how I rock
This ain't no
My gaga told me say a prayer for me too
And to be careful what I do because
My son wanna be just like me
The Don truly, RIP my nigga Pan Swalley
We had the spot on Gramont
Right behind Johnny's
My niggas fussin' who hotter
Me or Mach-Hommy
I'm discussing the price of tea in
China like a hot topic
6 Mile, Gambino crime family
I'm the John Gotti in Detroit
All we do is sell birds and drop bodies
Got fire hobbies, love to read
Love to recycle get money
Fuck good and eat then repeat cycle
We three-peat it then we
Won another three titles
Everybody claiming they the best
Couldn't be Michael
Can't leave your pops unattended
We'll swipe you
When your bitch gave her pussy up
She was just being spiteful
My gaga told me, "Say a prayer for me too
And to be careful what I do cause
Your son wanna be just like you"
Let me drop the bomb on me
Put the nine on me
These niggas know just how I rock
This ain't no Bon Jovi
Judge put a bond on me
Had to pawn the Rollie
These niggas know just how I rock
This ain't no Bon Jovi
Couple niggas behind Boldy that'd ride for me
Take a headshot 'fore they let
A nigga slide on me
Big fish, no anchovies, the new Monster Kody
These niggas know just how I rock
This ain't no Bon Jovi