Bad Vibe - YSN Flow/Lil Tjay.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : João Victor Alba Duarte/Kamron Ford/Jacob Ramsey/Dylan Berg
[00:00.344] 作曲 : João Victor Alba Duarte/Kamron Ford/Jacob Ramsey/Dylan Berg
[00:00.688]How you doin'
[00:02.531]She say she **** with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe, ay, ay
[00:05.196]She cool, she with the attitude, a bad vibe, ay, ay
[00:08.162]All them niggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine
[00:11.359]He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now
[00:14.826]Case around, Jakes around, gotta keep that gang around
[00:17.647]They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
[00:20.577]I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
[00:23.723]I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million faster
[00:27.003]Now I sit back and count my money, through my Cartier glasses
[00:30.273]If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
[00:33.305]I heard some niggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
[00:36.418]Pull out the racks, and I'mma flex it, so they know that I got it
[00:39.427]And though I'm cocky, I ain't never getting change of the cockery
[00:42.434]They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky
[00:45.484]I like the critics talk that talk, 'cause they don't know non' about me
[00:49.178]How you doin'
[00:51.934]She say she **** with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe, ay, ay
[00:54.691]She cool, she with the attitude, a bad vibe, ay, ay
[00:57.719]All them niggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine
[01:00.625]He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now
[01:04.217]Case around, Jakes around, gotta keep that gang around
[01:07.077]They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
[01:10.094]I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
[01:12.970]I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million faster
[01:16.794]Now I sit back and count my money, through my Cartier glasses
[01:19.851]If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
[01:22.567]I heard some niggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
[01:25.890]Pull out the racks, and I'mma flex it, so they know that I got it
[01:28.868]And though I'm cocky, I ain't never getting change of the cockery
[01:32.148]They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky
[01:35.195]I like the critics talk that talk, 'cause they don't know non' about me
[01:38.321]They steady on my dick, always talkin' shit , they just wanna ride the wave
[01:41.290]You know I ride for gang, put the bag on your head, now I know they gonna slide for me
[01:44.808]I wet the streets in the neighborhood, it's easy, why these niggas wan' be me?
[01:48.093]Trench kid, been with the shit s, bullets flyin', now I'm actin' steezy
[01:50.772]You don't want smoke like a pidy, child you do not believe me
[01:53.583]All the dead opps got me weezy, all the dead opps got me high
[01:56.687]I'll be juggin' till I die, spin the block, I really wish a nigga try
[02:00.268]We gon' leave him in the sky, (Po, Prah) It's gon' be a homicide
[02:03.435]50 shooters in the cut, 20 duddies in the blunt
[02:06.015]Give a **** about the opps, we ain't with none of them stunners
[02:09.241]He say he playin' a fan, told him to say what he want
[02:12.342]Told him to say it again, play around and get shot
[02:15.490]He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now
[02:18.299]Case around, Jakes around, gotta keep that gang around
[02:21.346]They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
[02:24.425]I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
[02:27.748]I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million faster
[02:31.433]Now I sit back and count my money, through my Cartier glasses
[02:34.081]If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
[02:37.033]I heard some niggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
[02:40.111]How you doin'
[02:43.558]She say she **** with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe, ay, ay
[02:46.180]She cool, she with the attitude, a bad vibe, ay, ay
[02:49.071]All them niggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine

文本歌词

作词 : João Victor Alba Duarte/Kamron Ford/Jacob Ramsey/Dylan Berg
作曲 : João Victor Alba Duarte/Kamron Ford/Jacob Ramsey/Dylan Berg
How you doin'
She say she **** with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe, ay, ay
She cool, she with the attitude, a bad vibe, ay, ay
All them niggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine
He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now
Case around, Jakes around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million faster
Now I sit back and count my money, through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some niggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
Pull out the racks, and I'mma flex it, so they know that I got it
And though I'm cocky, I ain't never getting change of the cockery
They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky
I like the critics talk that talk, 'cause they don't know non' about me
How you doin'
She say she **** with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe, ay, ay
She cool, she with the attitude, a bad vibe, ay, ay
All them niggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine
He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now
Case around, Jakes around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million faster
Now I sit back and count my money, through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some niggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
Pull out the racks, and I'mma flex it, so they know that I got it
And though I'm cocky, I ain't never getting change of the cockery
They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky
I like the critics talk that talk, 'cause they don't know non' about me
They steady on my dick, always talkin' shit , they just wanna ride the wave
You know I ride for gang, put the bag on your head, now I know they gonna slide for me
I wet the streets in the neighborhood, it's easy, why these niggas wan' be me?
Trench kid, been with the shit s, bullets flyin', now I'm actin' steezy
You don't want smoke like a pidy, child you do not believe me
All the dead opps got me weezy, all the dead opps got me high
I'll be juggin' till I die, spin the block, I really wish a nigga try
We gon' leave him in the sky, (Po, Prah) It's gon' be a homicide
50 shooters in the cut, 20 duddies in the blunt
Give a **** about the opps, we ain't with none of them stunners
He say he playin' a fan, told him to say what he want
Told him to say it again, play around and get shot
He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that nigga famous now
Case around, Jakes around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million faster
Now I sit back and count my money, through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some niggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
How you doin'
She say she **** with me 'cause I'm a bad vibe, ay, ay
She cool, she with the attitude, a bad vibe, ay, ay
All them niggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine