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Child So Bad Lyrics - Artist : OBN Jay
(OBN, da, da, da, da)
Ya dig? Squid Turn me up real quick, what's happenin'? (OBN, da, da, da, da) What's happenin' folk? (Hey) Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da (What up ref?) (Call this bitch lil' do-do, smokin' do-do) Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa Grew up in the bottom where we hangin' outside all day It's poverty and everything misleadin' Grew up in the city where the murder rate ain't fallin' Niggas get put in the dirt, you can believe it Just poured that soft and I not just one side, the whole part of that bitch We layin' low and every stick attached now with a switch My whole team, they got on shoulder pads, I'm ready for them to send the blitz Since a youngin I been doin' my dab, I been pipin' my shit And they wander why yo' child so bad? He keep on relapsin' off heroin, he livin' fast He walkin 'round bandana'd up, depending on 30 Mags That mama had to bury her son, now she can't even laugh I go to speedin', I get loaded, I be fucked up on the slab Runnin' the streets, ain't miss a beat, man, I ain't even take a bath Can't fuck with me, won't give 'em peace until they lock me in a cell Fly out the city, state to state because it's buckets full of crabs Grew up in the bottom where we hangin' outside all day It's poverty and everything misleadin' Grew up in the city where the murder rate ain't fallin' Niggas get put in the dirt, you can believe it Grew up in the bottom where we hangin' outside all day It's poverty and everything misleadin' Grew up in the city where the murder rate ain't fallin' Niggas get put in the dirt, you can believe it And they wander why yo' child so bad? He keep on relapsin' off heroin, he livin' fast He walkin 'round bandana'd up, depending on 30 Mags That mama had to bury her son, now she can't even laugh I always do my shit, I hold my own weight, it's still dumb Violate anything on my side, I'm bound to drill somethin' Niggas moving with no guidance, just wanna kill somethin' It's one system for that reckin', it's called redrum Always do my shit, I hold my own weight, it's still dumb Violate anything on my side, I'm bound to drill somethin' Niggas moving with no guidance, just wanna kill somethin' It's one system for that reckin', it's called redrum And you wonder why yo' child so bad? (So bad) Look where we at And they wander why they child so bad? (So bad) Look where we at And they wander why they child so bad? (So bad) (He walkin 'round bandana'd up, depending on 30 Mags) Look where we at (That mama had to bury her son, now she can't even laugh) (That mama had to bury her son, now she can't even laugh) |
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