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Going Bad lyrics

Performer Kidd Boss the Goat

Going Bad song lyrics by Kidd Boss the Goat official

Going Bad is a song in English

My flow colder than an igloo
Thinking you the best, that's what the weed do
Smoke enough of that, you think you me too, dawg
Got the bag and the fame, but can't beat Kidd Boss
They know my Big Brody That's your favorite rapper's big homie
I'm the GOAT, so I don't cut my goatee, off
Got my own swag, don't nobody coach me
I'm leaving drops behind, it's drippy
They walk around me asking why Its slippery, dawg
Just a little bit of Gucci mixed with Fendi, dawg
Put a Agotchie on your head, the day you piss me off
Either way, ain't gotta make a call
I could do that nigga now
Had somebody take the charge for the boss
Catch you slipping, then you gone
Had your wifey play a part
Told her, do a four star, she was in
All I did was pay the note up on the car
Way I organized the crime
I could do him like the mob dot hem any day
Been bad all my life, I hope it's good today
Was praying last night that I could get away
They know me well, we looking like I got my siblings facing
I was a never only child, I had to split my plate
And I'ma make sure we all get it for my momma's sake
Hey, still going bad on them anyway
Now I done bodied all y'all tracks, and do you hear me
Me and myself is back to back, it's getting scary
I ain't worrying about no opps, because they buried
Keeping my eyes on my reup, I'm trying to Annie
Overtime in a bando
No electric, we can't see without the candle
Guiding bitches up the stairs like, where your hand go
Bitch, if you fall down them steps, I'll leave you there, though
For real
She said, oh, you lit, lit
See you on my dick, won't you just lick it
Make me bust up, knock you up on my shit list
Guess I gotta go knock down your friends then, huh
You won't make it a day out here, not without a strap
I've been carrying weight out here, got muscles on my back
You can be the best in anything, don't mention rap
I'm about to grow my curly tat like Spittage back
Either way, ain't gotta make a call
I could do that nigga now
Ask somebody to take the charge for the boss
Catch you slipping, then you gone
Had your wifey play a part
Told her, do a four star, she was in
All I did was pay the note up on the car
Way I organized the crime
I could do him like the mob do them any day
Been bad all my life, I hope it's good today
Was praying last night that I can get a way
They know me well, we look alike, i got my siblings face
Let's go
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Jesse Peterson Poinsette
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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