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Bad Day In Paradise Lyrics - Artist : Woodie Smalls
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
Uh, tell the preacher I'm sorry for all the shit I did (Yeah) Would love to fuck you twice, but bitch, you too sensitive (Yeah) I'm used to spreading love, but niggas too negative I'm never choking They love to talk, but they never focus I got my own company, I ain't never votin' I need a topic for this all because the camera's rolling So now I'm up in the hills, and I got money to spill Still rolling with my niggas, still, this music shit inks Now they saying that I changed it, I ain't even copped the races So's that, the money makes niggas turn mad Tryna reach me but I'm too far ahead Lotta shit on my mind, but still, fuck it, I'm glad I'm twenty years old, and I don't depend on my dad Reached the pinnacle Niggas lacking confidence, they can't look in the mirror though Smokin' all this bud, ah, it got a nigga spiritual Never heard about me, still, they're screaming all my lyrics yo You see, I beat the game, and ain't nothing changed Vibing to the rhythm, 'bout to do it again My momma's feeding, making pizza, and she give me the bread Give a fuck about these rappers, 'cause these niggas is lame Money, pussy, drugs, shit, what is the topic again? I go from city to city, I'm 'bout to sleep on a plane Look at these people in the crowd, man, they yelling my name Took a trip to the States, now everything 'bout to change I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah) I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah) I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah) DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah) I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah) I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah) I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah) DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah) Uh, so back and forth we go I used to be so broke, I almost sold that blow Just tryna get that dough Was tryna paint a little picture of a money-making nigga But I had to be patient It's cool, I was a piece of trash Tryna make this money fast (Money) The newspaper writing shit about my music fast Well, here's a picture of my dick to make the visual last (Yeah) I had to ditch my old manager, he stil in cash (Woah) Interviews, and fucking in the views And if these niggas talking lot, then I'll just hit the snooze They claim that I ain't shit, but still, they watch my moves And I've been opening doors for niggas, have you seen the news? So many bitches on my dick, see I just pick and choose (Yeah) I ain't been home for a week, I had to pay my dues See, I go off for this shit, I smoke a pound with my bitch I took a trip to the States, I had to figure some shit Came stocked now, 'til a nigga rich as a bitch These niggas never been my friends, they push me off of that cliff She rode a mile on that dick I can't wait 'til I spend a little check on my wrist What's the problem with these niggas? They suspicious as shit Nothing but love for these people that's supporting my shit I told my niggas never worry, man we 'bout to get rich Wanna forget about the past, that's why I smoke and I sip And only God can judge a nigga, so don't be bugging my shit I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah) I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah) I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah) DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah) I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah) I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah) I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah) DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah) "You ready? Listen, I forgot to tell you - don't tell the other guys, but when we leave here, I have a surprise for you." "Tell me what it is!" "It's a surprise, trust me, all right?" "Ow, don't mess around man! "Alright, you ready?" "Come on, man." "Alright, ready? Let's jump. On three. You ready?" "Uh huh." One, two, three. |
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