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Pivot Gang - Bad Boys lyrics

Artist: Pivot Gang

album: You Can't Sit With Us


I don't got her number
I don't got her number
Up and disappear like a post on Tumblr
Up and disappear like Samantha Mumba
Up and disappear like gas in a Hummer
I don't got her number
I don't got her number
Tongue got me stuck
Call it Dumb and Dumber
Never gave no fuck
Starin' like a cuck
Gang in this bitch
Like wolfgang puck
Niggas moving snow like SSX Tricky
I don't fuck with rats, so I don't watch Disney
Steady talking shit, that's how you come up missin'
We the bad boys, like Detroit Pistons
Brand new Benz that bitch go
"Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, peow"
Your bitch thinks that I'm so cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cute
Push back on it like a cuticle, cuticle
Disappear like where my roof at
The roof at (Skrrt)
Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal
Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal
Ay, ay
Once upon a time it wasn't long ago
I know that you heard these stories all before
We just did a jugg, ayy, what you call a show
I sleep in a high tower like Steve Harvey show
She drop a jaw like we rob Deebo, uh
That's on mamas like I'm a Migo (Mama!)
I don't need no rapper plug, no co (Signer)
They was jumping off the porch, coyote roadrunner
Back again Fabo, D-4L, ay what's happening
Adamant, I die for this shit, Colin Kaepernick
Book smart, where that heart, she still act like a ratchet chick
Rapper shit, knew I had a hit, so what's the etiquette
Yuh, y'all know I'm me, I'm a star, I don't drop beans
Huh, I'm the best alive, no ain't Carter III
Uh, From Chicago though, still tote Carhartt fleece
Disappear, long live to the dead, ayy, R.I.P
Brand new Benz that bitch go
"Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, peow"
Your bitch thinks that I'm so cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cute
Push back on it like a cuticle, cuticle
Disappear like where my roof at
The roof at (skkrrt)
Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal
Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal
Gritty young and tender like my chicken, sauce like teriyaki
Wake up with a vixen, reindeer, I slay tsunami (Slayer)
Bravo to my boy, long live that nigga Johnny (Player)
Smelly pipe be yelly, yeah, you know I keep it on me
290 I was on it, O'Hare to LAX
Shawty kinda polar, bi be the sex
And her system feeling solar, that full moon effect
Late night talking, you know bold be the texts
Keep it risky publicly and private kissy
Freak on like Missy, she just trying to get my goo
Safety off, raw form when I shoot
You can hate me now, not when I see you in a shiny suit
Headwrap, big yak with your favorite one
Henny and a pack, since a nigga had the flavor buns
Big dog on campus, beijing major what I majored in
Long range on the sixteen, call me pager then
Brand new Benz that bitch go
"Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, peow"
Your bitch thinks that I'm so cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cute
Push back on it like a cuticle, cuticle
Disappear like where my roof at
The roof at (Skkrrt)
Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal
Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal

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