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Z6Saint - The Bad Guys lyrics

Artist: Z6Saint

album: Saint's Revenge


(Yea)
(Yea)
(Z6)
(Yea)
Sleep
(Naw)
Ain't losing a lick of
Me
Turning my head for a second they tryna get rid of
(Yea)
Shots fired ain't catching a panic just picking the blick up
(Woah)
They wanna see me down posted wit Fatt in the trenches
I could post at the buddy's a bomb full of percs and make me a killing
(Mhm)
I wanna get back to that money but don't wanna risk it
Im tempted
Fast money go fast don't even miss it
(Mhm)
Caleb in timberlands all black prolly step on a nigga
I roll out the bed and I pray everyday that I follow the scripture
They locked up my buddy was out on a mission
They caught em up slick say he match a description
The cops pull me over I'm acting defensive
Charging the game
Bill it
Heart got Cold
Winter
Earned my stripes
Tiger
Pop off shots
Send em
Breathe nigga
Strap cut up his stomach I call it a sit up
He tried
Claiming the hood and he wasn't wit us
Nights I aint even eat dinner
Watch niggas eat they fill
Tried
Talking they don't wanna listen
Tell me to cry em a river
Shit like that made me a villain
Sleep
(Naw)
Ain't losing a lick of
Me
Turning my head for a second they tryna get rid of
(Yea)
Shots fired ain't catching a panic just picking the blick up
(Woah)
They wanna see me down posted wit Fatt in the trenches
I could post at the buddy's a bomb full of percs and make me a killing
(Mhm)
I wanna get back to that money but don't wanna risk it
Im tempted
Fast money go fast don't even miss it
(Mhm)
Caleb in timberlands all black prolly step on a nigga
(Uh)
Prolly gon step on a nigga
Face shot don't miss him
When I do the dash when I smash it go quicker
Want smoke
Prolly gon catch these issues
Play wit Saint
Choppa gon take off ya temple
Better think
Before yo parents go digging
No mercy
I prolly shoot at ya children
He tough on the net but he doin all that bitching
Pop a perc
Slide dis dick in her kidney
See dis chain
Better not reach gon feel it
I was down in that dirt didn't nobody feel me
Being broke man that shit made me ignorant
Losing my bruddas I swear I had cold night
Slapping dat thirty Im slanging that pole right
Fucking these hoes I swear that's before the ice
Me and Saint masked up it aint nun nice
Sleep
(Naw)
Ain't losing a lick of
Me
Turning my head for a second they tryna get rid of
(Yea)
Shots fired ain't catching a panic just picking the blick up
(Woah)
They wanna see me down posted wit Fatt in the trenches
I could post at the buddy's a bomb full of percs and make me a killing
(Mhm)
I wanna get back to that money but don't wanna risk it
Im tempted
Fast money go fast don't even miss it
(Mhm)
Caleb in timberlands all black prolly step on a nigga
Sleep
(Naw)
Ain't losing a lick of
Me
Turning my head for a second they tryna get rid of
(Yea)
Shots fired ain't catching a panic just picking the blick up
(Woah)
They wanna see me down posted wit Fatt in the trenches
I could post at the buddy's a bomb full of percs and make me a killing
(Mhm)
I wanna get back to that money but don't wanna risk it
Im tempted
Fast money go fast don't even miss it
(Mhm)
Caleb in timberlands all black prolly step on a nigga

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