AzChike, Rucci - Bad Boys lyrics

(You can really do that, Cami?, 420 Tiesto)

Okay, she almost broke my heart
Then I remembered she was broke (What?)
Spent a hundred bands on this Moncler coat
(Hundred bands)
A real pothead if you niggas want smoke
(Want smoke)
About bread, got that shit by the loaf, ayy
(Go) okay, now viva la raza (Viva la raza)
Double G's with my Prada (With my Prada)
Chinchilla coat, nigga, watch me cha-cha
(Ooh, ooh)
Got my name off the block like Ibaka
Name a nigga hotter
Real rockstar, no guitar, this a chopper
(This a chopper)
Heard you pop bars, I pop bags and take molly
(Take molly) two bad bitches in the back
They both dykin' i been had money, man
That shit don't excite me (What?)
If I go down, on my life, you better write me
(What?) knock a nigga down, double back
We still slidin' bought my bitch a body
Now she feelin' like she Kylie (Go)
I'm a bad boy, Mike Lowrey

Ayy, ayy, ayy
They let me bring my gun in the party
(In the party)
I done popped some pills, now I'm retarded
(Now I'm retarded)
They fucked up, look what they done started
(What they done started)
We got choppers, no Harleys (Ayy, go)
I'm a bad boy, Mike Lowrey (Mike Lowrey)
Ayy, I'm not just anybody, I'm a target
(I'm a target)
Walkin' out of Saks Fifth, you at Target
(You at Target)
A real shit talker, a real shit-starter
What you finna tell 'em?
Do somethin', nigga, do somethin', ayy
(Ayy)
Do somethin', nigga, do somethin', ayy
(They ain't gon' do nothin')
Do somethin', nigga, do somethin', ayy
(Ayy, okay, though)
Do somethin', nigga, do somethin'
(They ain't gon' do nothin')

Slide somethin', nigga, slide somethin'
My niggas hungry, bitch
You can die for nine hundred
And we gon' rob your bitch ass
If you don't buy nothin'
Your independent broke ass
You need to sign somethin'
I tell a bitch fuck yours
I know mines comin'
Bitch, you a weak fuck like we dry humpin'
You can suck me all you want
He ain't gon' try nothin'
I said you could die for nine, but fuck it
He'll take five hundred
Or the stick with the
Kickback in this kickback
If you don't ask me, nigga
Ask him where your bitch at
Piss me off, show you where that shit at
Chopper bullets lookin' like the
Tip of a pickaxe now why would I sit on my
Ass? That's where you kiss at
Need like ten mil' with like ten plaques
And like that plaque on your gums
We goin' pitch black
I told my niggas, "Boy, I got it
You just sit back"

Ayy, ayy, ayy
They let me bring my gun in the party
(In the party)
I done popped some pills, now I'm retarded
(Now I'm retarded)
They fucked up, look what they done started
(What they done started)
We got choppers, no Harleys (Ayy, go)
I'm a bad boy, Mike Lowrey (Mike Lowrey)
Ayy, I'm not just anybody, I'm a target
(I'm a target)
Walkin' out of Saks Fifth, you at Target
(You at Target)
A real shit talker, a real shit-starter
What you finna tell 'em?
Do somethin', nigga, do somethin', ayy
(Ayy)
Do somethin', nigga, do somethin', ayy
(They ain't gon' do nothin')
Do somethin', nigga, do somethin', ayy
(Ayy, okay, though)
Do somethin', nigga, do somethin'
(They ain't gon' do nothin')