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Juice Wrld - Bad Boy Original Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Yeah
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy
Ayy

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash
And got in my bag, boy
Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat
Even though I'm a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me
'Fore that breath be your last, boy (It's on)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, ha, get up
Ballin' on your nigga, no pick up (Yeah)
Don't got a gun, better get one (Yeah)
So many weapons, I pick one (Yeah)
My chopper a alien
Arrival took thirty minutes
Just to go put the clip on (Yeah)
I DM your bitch, I ask her for her face
I need somethin' to put my dick on
Thesе niggas be leechin'
Lookin' for a wave to steal, a wavе to get on
Them be the same niggas that I told myself I was finna go get rich and go shit on
I've always been a bully
Rather pick on a motherfucker than get picked on
Everybody wanna talk tough
When the Draco out, lips ziplock
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash
And got in my bag, boy
Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat
Even though I'm a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me
'Fore that breath be your last, boy (It's on)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I've been drinking Red Razz, boy (Red, yeah)
I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille in nine months (Ooh)
Overseas, hundred scheme, bitch, croissants (Uh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Sticky, sticky, ricky, I smoke skittles not no sticky (Sticky)
I shot at his mommy, now he no longer mention me (Thot, thot)
You say you want smoke and I've been comin' down the chimney (Whoa)
You got barbecue, you bitches, I'm so fried and they crispy (Ooh)
I had on Margielas when I shot out the cut (Murk)
Act like you want war and they gon' smoke you like a blunt (Smoke you like a blunt)
I'm just keeping it real with ya, I'm just bein' blunt (I'm just being blunt)
Porsche Carrera got the pipes out the back like a skunk, yeah (Skrrt)
Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt
That's just the sound of the Benz (Skrrt) I keep it, the Vette (Skrrt)
I keep me a test (Skrrt), I read your message (Skrrt)
I bust on her chest (Skrrt), I made a mess (Skrrt)
I hope for the best (Skrrt), go like a chaser (Skrrt)
I be the best (Skrrt), I got the neck (Skrrt)
I can turn a check (Skrrt), look like Project X (Skrrt)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash
And got in my bag, boy
Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat
Even though I'm a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me
'Fore that breath be your last, boy (It's on)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I've been drinking Red Razz, boy (Red, yeah)
I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille in nine months (Ooh)
Overseas, hundred scheme, bitch, croissants (Uh)