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Bad Azz
DJ Quik & Problem feat. Dom Kennedy, Boogie & Bad Lucc
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Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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Baby got dollars, oh yeah
Said she bust it open for her father, oh yeah, oh yeah
She came from Colorado, oh yeah
Said that she wanna be a model, oh yeah, oh yeah
Now she poppin' bottles, oh yeah
Livin' like she done hit the lotto, oh yeah, oh yeah
Baby, I ain't mad, oh yeah
Baby, I ain't mad
There you go with your bad ass, hey
There you go with your bad ass, hey
There you go with your bad ass, hey
There you go with your bad ass, hey
Cold in the summer, car at the shop
Big Daddy did it again, like it or not
Pose for the camera, Snapchat poppin'
Sexy little filter, go on and lick Big Poppa
BL smoother than silk, I'm Don Juan
Bone-in ribeye, whale, tiger prime
Ball out, we all out
Fila's on floors, 90's boy, what y'all about
Yeah, a real L.A. staple
Watt City Raider, downtown like maple
You should be with me every day of the week, poppin'
Diamond ladies, everything when they watchin'
Ride with the winners, I suppose you been told
Have a little sip, no shoes on my load
Boss up, 'cause when you're flossin' up
I'll still be awesome, bruh, we all see ya
Baby got dollars, oh yeah
Said she bust it open for her father, oh yeah, oh yeah
She came from Colorado, oh yeah
Said that she wanna be a model, oh yeah, oh yeah
Now she poppin' bottles, oh yeah
Livin' like she done hit the lotto, oh yeah, oh yeah
Baby, I ain't mad, oh yeah
Baby, I ain't mad
There you go with your bad ass, hey
There you go with your bad ass, hey
There you go with your bad ass, hey
There you go with your bad ass, hey
Let me hear you say ooh, aah
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Let me hear you say ooh, aah
It's summertime in these L.A. streets
My foresight got me lookin' through porch glass
Ho Problem put a hook on this, real fast
See me out, I'm not rich, but I'm still on that
It only cost a hundred bucks for the big Moet
Clear it out, except ladies try and hit all that
Mix it with Don Julio to forget all that
I crack dimes, nines, eights
Used to take 'em where my mother stay
New pair of Vans every other day
The best is yet to come, oh yeah
Don't be alarmed by this collaboration
White girls, Latinas in Sanaa Lathan's
Quick in a black Benz, four-five racin'
Yeah, it's gon' be better than gettin' head in the shower
48 Laws of Power, L.A. County is ours
Niggas couldn't afford to walk a day in my trousers
And I got on sweats, right on time, I guess, hey
Baby got dollars, oh yeah
Said she bust it open for her father, oh yeah, oh yeah
She came from Colorado, oh yeah
Said that she wanna be a model, oh yeah, oh yeah
Now she poppin' bottles, oh yeah
Livin' like she done hit the lotto, oh yeah, oh yeah
Baby, I ain't mad, oh yeah
Baby, I ain't mad
There you go with your bad ass, hey
There you go with your bad ass, hey
There you go with your bad ass, hey
There you go with your bad ass, hey
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, ah, ha
I see you seen everything but some progress
Like how you ten years in and you got next?
Put a band on my head and bet I not sweat
In these Nike Tech Fleece and ain't got checked
In the process, I should be walkin' with this thang on me
'Cause I can't tell if you a fan or tryna bang on me
Shit, all this pressurin', it never leave no stains on me
It only turn me to a diamond in my lane, homie
And shit, I hope you got a God up in your foundation
Like why you always hit a jam and look for salvation?
And shit, I gotta move in silence with a loud statement
The way we rose from the crack, it's quite groundbreakin'
This shit make me wanna stay with the forty
Hit the gang by my lonely
And probably hit the blade with a shorty
Or this shit make me wanna hit the hood so I can drank me a forty
Go and catch a friendly fade with the homie, know that's real life
Why people scared of Illuminati and you can't even see it?
You should be more afraid of that water before you go pee in it
Now you can hate my voice and you can hate my music
But you can't hate when you get good advice and choose not to use it
Haters are stuck in they mind, they paralyzed and they blind
They slither 'round on they stomachs until the bullets start flyin'
Coward, own up to your words, stand by your beef and your actions
And when they zip up your bag, you'll get your true satisfaction
While I go back to the jeweler and I go back to the dealer
And celebrate with a carry-in case of bottles if needed
I'm all champagned up and weeded and I feel so undepleted
That I could do this shit forever and don't feel like I need it
Now I'm just effortless rappin', my
Tongue just movin' all back and forth
To the side while you clappin', you haters don't know what happened
I beat my face up at Nobu, the doors that suckers can't go through
My doctor tells me I'm overweight and I think I'm supposed to, yeah
Jerks
I'ma say, there you go with your bad ass, hey
That's what she told me
There you go with your bad ass, hey
Funky bitch
There you go with your
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