I'mma need look
Yeah look look I'mma need
Yeah ay look ay yeah yeah I'mma need
Look yeah ay look yeah ay look yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
Yeah ay yeah ay yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
So fresh so clean so proper
Home-bred don't need no sponsor
Gotta 'member them keys I taught ya
They don't really put much thinkin towards little things
Metaphors similes I gotcha
Leg work, centipede I gotcha
Kill a beat, any beat I gotcha
And that means any means I gots ta
Rep Southwest Southwest
Phoenix Arizona my place
Fake ones never show threats
Funny by ear I play
Back then highly overlooked
Prolly' top 10, top 8
Well you ain't have my face booked
So why you all up in Myspace
I ain't really tryna add that negative aspect to the things I pack
And you ain't really seen that mac, let her sit on my lap boy you better bag back
Yeah I been ahead of my class never been held back by the things I lack
And you ain't even 'head of my past you would laughed at and my nigga that's facts
You focused on material things, I could give a damn
Everything that you ever could give keep it realer than
You only after the diamonds you a little man
Be the supplier to the demand f*ck a middle man
You really wanna shine in advance and you gettin bands
Imagine my niggas shot up your Benz in a minivan
Devil keep tryna tell me to chill I ain't even mad
Comin from where it's hotter than Hell I don't even tan
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
Yeah ay yeah ay yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
How about the gossip? Couple homies talk but they not sayin much about it
Y'all be on some blahzay talk a hundred miles your mouth is never tucked about it
Gossip gotcha doggy style your ears perk up like y'all can't hear enough about it
But I don't give a half-baked, hairy ass, hurtin bleedin f*ck about it
I don't, They do petty things I don't, They got jealousy I don't
They say D-O-B got flow, you could be the seed I grow
You just head the things I spoke, you don't know the things I know
On West I go but I gotta give a shout out to my Eastside folk
Everybody want to wonder why I gotta give em hard time
I put hella hours and you part time
Really wanna stop me get your dome rocked
Milly I just gotta make it multi
Wanna take a second but it don't stop
I give all the credit to the Most High
If I shoot a nigga that'll be the wrong sign
That don't really suit a nigga I'mma need a bow tie
Really though I stress it that's on everything I get it
Gas you kerosene that's you let it
Y'all just care to see the f*ckin movie
Y'all don't even read the f*ckin credits
I write everything I teach phonetic
I think they spellin D-O-B forget it
Cuz I don't see the need to be competitive with it but yeah nigga I said it
Come get it I'm Bad
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
Yeah ay yeah ay yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
Dobey Dobe - Bad Lyrics
Dobey Dobe - Bad Lyrics
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I'mma need look
Yeah look look I'mma need
Yeah ay look ay yeah yeah I'mma need
Look yeah ay look yeah ay look yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
Yeah ay yeah ay yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
So fresh so clean so proper
Home-bred don't need no sponsor
Gotta 'member them keys I taught ya
They don't really put much thinkin towards little things
Metaphors similes I gotcha
Leg work, centipede I gotcha
Kill a beat, any beat I gotcha
And that means any means I gots ta
Rep Southwest Southwest
Phoenix Arizona my place
Fake ones never show threats
Funny by ear I play
Back then highly overlooked
Prolly' top 10, top 8
Well you ain't have my face booked
So why you all up in Myspace
I ain't really tryna add that negative aspect to the things I pack
And you ain't really seen that mac, let her sit on my lap boy you better bag back
Yeah I been ahead of my class never been held back by the things I lack
And you ain't even 'head of my past you would laughed at and my nigga that's facts
You focused on material things, I could give a damn
Everything that you ever could give keep it realer than
You only after the diamonds you a little man
Be the supplier to the demand f*ck a middle man
You really wanna shine in advance and you gettin bands
Imagine my niggas shot up your Benz in a minivan
Devil keep tryna tell me to chill I ain't even mad
Comin from where it's hotter than Hell I don't even tan
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
Yeah ay yeah ay yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
How about the gossip? Couple homies talk but they not sayin much about it
Y'all be on some blahzay talk a hundred miles your mouth is never tucked about it
Gossip gotcha doggy style your ears perk up like y'all can't hear enough about it
But I don't give a half-baked, hairy ass, hurtin bleedin f*ck about it
I don't, They do petty things I don't, They got jealousy I don't
They say D-O-B got flow, you could be the seed I grow
You just head the things I spoke, you don't know the things I know
On West I go but I gotta give a shout out to my Eastside folk
Everybody want to wonder why I gotta give em hard time
I put hella hours and you part time
Really wanna stop me get your dome rocked
Milly I just gotta make it multi
Wanna take a second but it don't stop
I give all the credit to the Most High
If I shoot a nigga that'll be the wrong sign
That don't really suit a nigga I'mma need a bow tie
Really though I stress it that's on everything I get it
Gas you kerosene that's you let it
Y'all just care to see the f*ckin movie
Y'all don't even read the f*ckin credits
I write everything I teach phonetic
I think they spellin D-O-B forget it
Cuz I don't see the need to be competitive with it but yeah nigga I said it
Come get it I'm Bad
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
Yeah ay yeah ay yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
Yeah look look I'mma need
Yeah ay look ay yeah yeah I'mma need
Look yeah ay look yeah ay look yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
Yeah ay yeah ay yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
So fresh so clean so proper
Home-bred don't need no sponsor
Gotta 'member them keys I taught ya
They don't really put much thinkin towards little things
Metaphors similes I gotcha
Leg work, centipede I gotcha
Kill a beat, any beat I gotcha
And that means any means I gots ta
Rep Southwest Southwest
Phoenix Arizona my place
Fake ones never show threats
Funny by ear I play
Back then highly overlooked
Prolly' top 10, top 8
Well you ain't have my face booked
So why you all up in Myspace
I ain't really tryna add that negative aspect to the things I pack
And you ain't really seen that mac, let her sit on my lap boy you better bag back
Yeah I been ahead of my class never been held back by the things I lack
And you ain't even 'head of my past you would laughed at and my nigga that's facts
You focused on material things, I could give a damn
Everything that you ever could give keep it realer than
You only after the diamonds you a little man
Be the supplier to the demand f*ck a middle man
You really wanna shine in advance and you gettin bands
Imagine my niggas shot up your Benz in a minivan
Devil keep tryna tell me to chill I ain't even mad
Comin from where it's hotter than Hell I don't even tan
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
Yeah ay yeah ay yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
How about the gossip? Couple homies talk but they not sayin much about it
Y'all be on some blahzay talk a hundred miles your mouth is never tucked about it
Gossip gotcha doggy style your ears perk up like y'all can't hear enough about it
But I don't give a half-baked, hairy ass, hurtin bleedin f*ck about it
I don't, They do petty things I don't, They got jealousy I don't
They say D-O-B got flow, you could be the seed I grow
You just head the things I spoke, you don't know the things I know
On West I go but I gotta give a shout out to my Eastside folk
Everybody want to wonder why I gotta give em hard time
I put hella hours and you part time
Really wanna stop me get your dome rocked
Milly I just gotta make it multi
Wanna take a second but it don't stop
I give all the credit to the Most High
If I shoot a nigga that'll be the wrong sign
That don't really suit a nigga I'mma need a bow tie
Really though I stress it that's on everything I get it
Gas you kerosene that's you let it
Y'all just care to see the f*ckin movie
Y'all don't even read the f*ckin credits
I write everything I teach phonetic
I think they spellin D-O-B forget it
Cuz I don't see the need to be competitive with it but yeah nigga I said it
Come get it I'm Bad
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
Yeah ay yeah ay yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih' to hit on
Couple contacts on my phi-done
Score a few racks and I'm gi-done
If you ain't on that you can get on
You ain't on that? What you been on?
Could leave and come back and I'm still on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
I made my own damn instrumental just so I could show em BAD
Writer: SHERRON JAMEEL JACOBS
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave