0
C Beam Dreams - Real Bad Man (Ft. Roc Marciano)
0 0
C Beam Dreams - Real Bad Man (Ft. Roc Marciano)
[Intro]
Yeah
On my shit boy
Marce baby
Ugh
Blah, yeah, huh

[Verse 1]
Tires spinning on wide-body Benzes
(?) I might hop out in karate slippers
Stick with the broccoli in it
So much ice I’m where by the hockey stick is
Listen (?) I ain’t have a pot to piss in
Play my position, listen
I probly should have been on the (?)
But ended up in the mix with them chickens (slanging)
Seconds on the Patek, ticking
Flexing on these bitches
I know they seen me come up out the trenches
Ugh
Top ten to pimp, how could I not be mentioned?
Your minor ten cents could not buy my attention
They want my kind of thinking men behind them fences
That’s not where men with common sense is
Ironic how that gem came out of prison (facts)
I’m in my element, I feel like a otter swimming (swimming)
OshKosh B’Gosh supply the denim
I blossom out the bottom where they killing
Niggas killing niggas
While I’m writing lyrics with my ailing fingers
You was flying and they clipped you, left you wingless (wooo)
I’m the champ of the ringless
I was stamped official, the man who was relinquished
Not the kind to link with
Was once a juvenile delinquent
Now I move around with Franklins
My jewelry shine, my diamond bracelet (ugh)
Chanel shoelaces, Cubans glaciers
Might treat a human like a cube
Stake and ate his plate, scrape it
Goodness Gracious
Spray up the Bathing Ape fit, I went apeshit
Kate fit
I bet the whole case of Cris I’m the greatest pimp
Covered all bases from A to Zinc
Huh
Covered all bases from A to Zinc
Fuck you think (yeah)
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Login Register
Log into your account
And gain new opportunities
Forgot your password?