G-Eazy - BAD BOY lyrics

[G-Eazy - BAD BOY lyrics]

This is L penny-Feather
And I am here in the heart of Times Square
New York City and it is just bitch-assness
Rampant everywhere I look
Up, down, and all around
I just seen about a dozen people
Walk by me that had just
So much bitch-assness in them
It was ridiculous
Popcorn and sodas are available
By concessions stands outside
Get your popcorn
Did this kid, just really do that shit?
Smoke talk to this motherfucker right here
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke yeah

Someone might'a lit a fire inside
The soul of me
Your shots just graze me, I'm standing
Ain't put a hole in me i answer to no one
Nobody can get control of me
MGK please stop trolling me, get over me
You wanna be me
You're mad that you're not as big as me
I'm everywhere, I'm your nightmare
You can't get rid of me
Call a Uber, turn on the radio
Mad you're hearing me "Him & I"'s on
Mad you're listening to Halsey sing to me
Can't fuck with nobody with
So much negative energy
A pillar in this game bruh
I'll be here until infinity
Ask myself why am I entertaining a mini-me?
You're so below my class, you're reaching
You're not offending me i headline arenas
And all of my shit's go platinum
You never seen a plaque and your
Last shit did thirty thousand
It's not a competition
I'd hurt you if I start braggin'
Irrelevant in culture
No one gives a fuck about him
You got both of my numbers, all this time
You never called the boy i'm headlining
Heard you opening up for Fall Out Boy
Don't play with my name, you fucker
I said it's not a toy
Disrespect her again, I'll smack you
I'm not a boy opened up my savage
Usually I don't do this shit
I don't got too much time, let's be honest
And let's get to this shit
Your last joint was six years ago
It's a miracle that Flex found you worth
It enough to even hear you flow
But I guess you both might
Have something in common, though
You got your spot tooken from you
You're mad about it so
Yeah, that's why it might sting
But I'm the fucking hive
Breakfast Club at 105
It's keeping New York's shit alive
We did like 30 shows together out in Europe
You mugged me, but you never spoke
You never tried to square up
Until that night in Finland
I said we got shit to clear up
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
You got sentimental and you almost
Start to tear up
You told me how you fucked with me
And you ain't have no problems
I said it's all love
Whatever happened we forgot it
(Fuckin' punk)
And then you flip-floppin' all year
Talkin' 'bout me
You talked behind my back
This whole time you never called me
(Be a man, motherfucker)
So why you actin' extra tough? Keep it lit
It's just a bluff
Why's it me and not you that's
Sittin' ringside next to Puff?
I ain't want to bring this up
But respect to the OG
But don't ever cross the line again, fuck
You don't know me
Honestly, what's up with you? This
Behavior is nothing new
Jealous, actin' petty
Guess I make you uncomfortable
Bad Boy treats you like a
Family you're adopted to
You're signed to him
Tell me why doesn't Puff fuck with you
Numbers don't lie, I don't either
Hear your bullshit through the speaker
You are such a fucking joke
I ain't want to do this ether
You must hate yourself
I don't understand your issue
Ironic this what's happening the night
That Eminem dissed you fuck you, bitch

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