I’m Bad – B.o.B – letras

Give me that walkie-talkieNew niggas can’t rap quite like I canI just landed in Japan with a blunt in my handBobby Ray, got a bitch for each B in my nameThe only thing missing from my dick is her [?]I’m magnificent k-k-k- I be killing shitCrime scene too dirty, they left a fingerprintOh you gangsta of the year huhBet if I threw your mixtape out of my window you shed a tear huhI know the game ain’t the way it workShe wanted me choke her, told her sign a waiver firstI’m talking paperwork, paperwork, body searchWhen they hundred bitches falling like life alertAnd I don’t want no praise, I don’t want no debtSo many agents on my page think my phone is tappedShe tells me « Bobby Ray you always drip the hardest »Call it jaws, pussy wetter then the sharks finI’m Bad (O-b, b-o o-b, b-o-b, b-o-b)Think I’m gonna need backup (O-b, b-o o-b, b-o-b, b-o-b)Think I’m gonna need backupI’m a bad mothafu- I’m a- I’m a bad mothafu- I’m a- I’m a baI’m a bad madafucka even worse [?] physicalFuck her like my dick gon’ get residualPicasso with the visualsCame out the womb walked out on a hospital billMy lifestyle is a taboo, she a bad bitch but can’t sit through a tattooThat clit big as a [?]Tryna’ hide this boner like I’m smuggling statuesThat ain’t your hubby just a nigga you live withFuck on a little bit and split out her bills withYou split ’cause he found he had a family in MemphisAnd his kids go to clipston (to clipston?) to clipstonYou want a nigga everyone ain’t been withBut nigga’s gone nigga I would say it’s a slim pickIf love is a crime I got feloniesBaby momma’s crushing like a jelly beanI’m BadCrush you like a jelly beanCrush you like a jelly beanCrush you like a jelly beanCrush you like a jelly beanCrush you like a j- crush you like aCrush you like a j- crush you like aJelly- jelly- jelly- jelly, j- j- jelly beanMy grandma [?] fat, and lived to be eightyNowadays niggas be dead ‘fore they leave out of [?]You ain’t a mother, you ain’t special, just a bitch with a babyIt’s 2018. you still live in the 80’sOh you a hotep, oh you a hotepOh you a king huh, well where your throne atHow you a rapper you ain’t even got a song yetTryna’ give your bitch your number you ain’t even got a phone yet, yeahAnd I’m a whole lot a trouble, you look confused « uh what?  » a whole lotta puzzleDeposing me, that’s a whole lotta struggleLike tryna’ come out of a hole with a shovelI can’t take you to bed you too young at a head[?] you retarded, you specially edI’m public I don’t care who lookingFuck oreo I’m smoking girl scout cookiesWho’s badWho’s badWho’s badWho’s badWho’s badWho’s badWho’s bad