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Bad Boys: Ride or Die Soundtrack Album Lyrics



Bad Boys: Ride or Die Soundtrack Lyrics






Black Eyed Peas - TONIGHT

[ Featuring Becky G, El Alfa ]

Because tonight, tonight, tonight, oh
I'm gonna make it right tonight, tonight, oh
Because tonight, tonight, tonight, oh
I'm gon' make it right tonight, tonight, oh

Uno, dos, go!
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, oh
Dale, dale, go!

We about to take flight (tonight)
Like Hubble telescope satellite (tonight)
Insomniac, we gon' work it all night (tonight)
Maniac, nah, we don't party like (tonight)
Hit 'em hard like a heavyweight fight (tonight)
Knock 'em out kinda like Iron Mike (tonight)
We stay bad boys for life
Don't worry about a thing 'cause it's aight (ay)

Yo quiero una modelo pa' tonight, tonight
Que en la cama la pasemo' nice
Conmigo ella grita "guay", pero no somo' uno' Nike
El dominicano que la pone loca, que le va a gustai
Yo tengo la cone que a ustede' le' hace falta
El baja panty, el que los tiguere' espanta
Rodando en el Lambo soy la volanta
To' los culo' que yo tengo son una planta

Because tonight, tonight, tonight, oh
I'm gonna make it right tonight, tonight, oh
Because tonight, tonight, tonight, oh
I'm gon' make it right tonight, tonight, oh

Uno, dos, go!
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, oh
Dale, dale, go!

You only live one life, never two
Shoot your shots, don't miss when you do
Esta noche nadie nos para
Tonight is the night, you know that I'm
Buscando algo to get into
Juega bien las cartas y serás tú
Tenemos varios en el tu-tu
Tryna write top lists like my favorite quote

Here we go again, buddy, get it, get it in tonight
No offense, only messing with the 10 tonight
Baby, me and my friends 'bout to win tonight
Pray for me, forgive me for my sin tonight
No need to pretend tonight
Authentic 100% tonight
And tonight we gon' make it right
And do it better than we did last night

Because tonight, tonight, tonight, oh
I'm gonna make it right tonight, tonight, oh
Because tonight, tonight, tonight, oh
I'm gon' make it right tonight, tonight, oh

Dale, dale, go!
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, oh
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Writer: William Adams, Rebecca Gomez, Emanuel Herrera Batista
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






BIA and JID - LIGHTS OUT

[ Featuring JID ]

When the light's out
Still can see me shining, I'm a lighthouse
Lights out, are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready?
When it's dark out
I'll show you the way 'cause I'm a lighthouse
Lights out, are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready?

Uh, I'm as ready as I'll ever be
Doing things that better me
How you supposed to make it out the block if you don't never leave?
How you supposed to make it out the job if you don't ever see big?
Picture all those wolves out here made of sheep skin
Picture all my enemies tryna be friends
Picture me tryna lead and follow these trends
Pen in hand, but the words from my soul
First rap bitch you know that went back and forth with Cole
They abusing trust, almost through with love
Take my cue to go, I'm moving up
Wasn't due to luck, this was really owed
I know you from, elementary, really, no we don't
Lights was out in my mama house, but we used the stove
French tips to my toes, down to the cuticle
Life's hard, but it's beautiful
I been letting go of people I done made excuses for
I'm just human though, I think I need more light than usual

When the light's out
Still can see me shining, I'm a lighthouse
Lights out, are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready?
When it's dark out
I'll show you the way 'cause I'm a lighthouse
Lights out, are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Lights out

Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Lights out

I got my top way back and my beat down low
We put so much in the grind 'cause we was on the ground floor
Got a foot inside the game, so now, we kicking down the door
Niggas be clowns, you can't come around no more
On this railroad smoking, but we ain't underground no more
Been tryna push the sound, you know, surround the whole globe
The dough was lost and found, you know, I figured out a way to dig it out
I seen the hate and I should slap the taste from out you niggas mouth

I've seen your light shine brighter than a pot of gold
But you gotta feel the rain to see the rainbows
Guided by guardian angels
Goblins, goons, oh God, we in danger
Stars and the moon, I'm harvesting painful thoughts in my brain
I'm looking for a change, I need it right now
I dropped my anchor near the dock and found a lighthouse
I know it's dark, but you can see me

When the light's out
Still can see me shining, I'm a lighthouse
Lights out, are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready?
When it's dark out
I'll show you the way 'cause I'm a lighthouse
Lights out, are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Lights out

Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Lights out
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Lights out
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Writer: Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, Bianca Landrau, Destin Route, Abdul Aziz Dieng, Theron Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






ScarLip - Mike T

Hahahaha
Listen
I'm checkin' these hoes more than they gettin' paid at they job
Like, the f*ck?

Check on a bitch like Nike (What?)
Flex on a bitch like Spike Lee (Hrrr)
Beat on a bitch like Mike T
Don't runner-up, tell a ho come fight me (Hmm, hmm)
Check on a bitch like Nike (What?)
Flex on a bitch like Spike Lee (Hrrr)
Beat on a bitch like Mike T
Don't runner-up, tell a ho come fight me (Hmm, hmm)

Hahahaha, burr, it's cold in here
Got a pole case a ho get bold in here (Get bold)
Got some ice, so it might get cold in here
Can't lack, gotta bring my pole in here
Ho, that ain't your nigga, so why you triggered?
You let him hit 'cause he took you to dinner (Like what?)
I let him hit 'cause he play with them triggers (Gang)
Homeboy be quick to go buss at them niggas
Buss at them niggas, buss at them bitches
Buss at them rats, buss at them snitches
Just look at the sea, it's too many fishes
So why would I stress 'bout a nigga? (Like?)
I get 'em gone, tada (Tada)
They sing along, la-la (La-la)
Glizzy gon' aim at his maathaa (Grrah)
Diddy boppin', do the cha-cha (Cha)
I think my prayers is working (Why?)
'Cause I used to pray for a Birkin (On God)
And I used to pray for that Prada
I walk in the spot and I'm throwin' them dollars (Make it rain, trick)
I got a friend named Reisha (Woo)
I got a friend named Alyssa (My friend)
If you got that gold, she a digger
Every time I see her, she with a new nigga (Like what?)

Check on a ho like Nike (What?)
Flex on a bitch like Spike Lee (Hrrr)
Beat on a bitch like Mike T
Don't runner-up, tell a ho come fight me (Hmm, hmm)
Check on a bitch like Nike (What?)
Flex on a ho like Spike Lee (Hrrr)
Beat on a bitch like Mike T
Don't runner-up, tell a ho come fight me (Hmm, hmm)

Brick wall, waterfall
Girl, you think you got it all
But you don't, I do
So move with that attitude (Like move)
Reese's Pieces Butter Cup
F*ck with me, he fall in love
F*ck with you, you hurt his gut, huh (You hurt his gut, you hurt his gut)
Hands on my knees, makin' it squeeze
Act like you tough, yo, you ain't tryna meet (Like what?)
Act like you tough, talk through the screen
Send your location, you ain't tryna meet
Yeah, I get down real dirty (Huh)
Real dark skin, real tall, real curvy (Huh)
Won't text back 'cause that nigga ain't worthy (Like what?)
He see me winnin', now he wanna hurt me
I love who I am, know where I stand
Know I'ma blow 'cause that's all I got planned (Like what?)
Like, why you mad? I just be chillin'
Makin' my money, I'm handling business (Makin' money)
I don't throw shade, I just direct it
You see me in person, you better respect it (Like what?)
They love who I am, they always applaud me
Late to the party, I need about forty
Just don't go villain
Drop down low, make her touch to the ceiling (Like what?)
Why they be hating? I just be chillin' (Uh-huh)
Broke boy, get the f*ck out your feelings
I'm focused on cash, swerve through the dash
Flexin' on bitches, I'm makin' 'em mad (They mad)
I got him simpin', I know that he sad
I'm still a chick that ain't none of them had
My body golden, yes, I am chosen
I got him prayin' like this is The Omen
I tell him listen, he do what I tell him
I tell him listen, he do what I tell him

Check on a bitch like Nike (What?)
Flex on a ho like Spike Lee (Hrrr)
Beat on a bitch like Mike T
Don't runner-up, tell a ho come fight me (Hmm, hmm)
Check on a bitch like Nike (What?)
Flex on a ho like Spike Lee (Hrrr)
Beat on a bitch like Mike T
Don't runner-up, tell a ho come fight me (Hmm, hmm)

Y'all bitches don't wanna fight
No, y'all bitches don't wanna fight
No, y'all bitches don't wanna fight
Y'all bitches couldn't fight to save y'all life, bye
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






BIA - OH NO

Oh no
Oh no (ayy, ayy, cha)
BIA
Ayy, you, girl, inna di tight up skirt (shee, huh)
Ayy, you, girl, inna di tight up skirt (ayy, I'm really rich)
Oh no (ayy, cha)

F*ck me like a fighter (fighter)
You say you wanna take turns like a cypher (uh, cypher)
You get bare energy when you're starin' at me
If you spend then the pussy gets tighter (tighter)
Huh, f*ck me on a beach, Fiji
You tellin' me our future like a Ouija board
Goyard on the duffle when you see me board
He said, "You got hustle never seen before"

Oh no
Oh no (ayy, ayy, cha)
Ayy, you, girl, inna di tight up skirt (shee)
Ayy, you, girl, inna di tight up skirt
Uh (ayy, cha)

He want an island girl in a tight up skirt
Anytime you ask what you get you deserve
Left him in the past so forget what you heard
Fly me first class or the jet mi prefer
Yeah, I'm the wickedest
He said I whine pon the tip so meticulous
You know the ass and the skirt real ridiculous
I like a man that spends, that's chivalrous
AMEX, black card, so limitless

Oh no
Oh no (ayy, ayy, cha)
Ayy, you, girl, inna di tight up skirt (shee)
Ayy, you, girl, inna di tight up skirt
Ayy, cha

Ayy, you, girl, inna di tight up skirt
Ayy, you, girl, inna di tight up skirt
Ayy, ayy, you, girl, inna di tight up skirt
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Writer: Bianca Landrau, Enoch Rich Harris III
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC






Flo Milli - DUH!

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da

Bitches talkin' real crazy, they be soundin' like, "Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da"
If I catch you outside then it's on sight, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Two black and white foreigns like a Klondike, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
I been that bitch my whole life, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

Duh, d-d-d-duh, bitch
This pussy warm like a fur, bitch
Yo' nigga pervin', I had to curve him, why?
He tryna cut like a surgeon
One thing for certain, bitch, know I'm clean as detergent
You hoes is done, close the curtain
That shit ain't workin', bitch, you as fake as your Birkin
I'm rich right now, I ain't hurtin'

I just been servin' while you been lurkin'
I'm on my grind, you just been busy twerkin'
F*ckin' and slurpin', I'm not an Earthling
Shut the f*ck up, bitch, go pop you a Perky, ho

Bitches talkin' real crazy, they be soundin' like, "Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da"
If I catch you outside then it's on sight, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Two black and white foreigns like a Klondike, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
I been that bitch my whole life, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

Duh, who the f*ck you thought that it was gonna be?
I'm really poppin', bitch, you are just a wannabe
I skip lines, get the f*ck from out in front of me
Da-da-da-da, nigga, now you done to me
You know what I'm 'bout
Bitch, soon as I land, he be kickin' you out
You still chasin' clout
You come from Wyoming, you claimin' the South

Hey, I'm gettin' paid
I run it up by myself, bitch, go 'head and you can keep the change
I ain't gon' change
I guess I'm stubborn and stuck in my ways

Bitches talkin' real crazy, they be soundin' like, "Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da"
If I catch you outside then it's on sight, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Two black and white foreigns like a Klondike, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
I been that bitch my whole life, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Akil King, Felicia Ferraro, Johnny Goldstein, Tamia Monique Carter, Suzanne Vega, Theron Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Shenseea and Myke Towers - Bam Bam

[ Featuring Myke Towers ]

I make your head top ring when I swing my bam bam (we good?)
I make your head top ring when I swing my bam bam bam
Yeah, them girls ain't feel like this where you come from
I make your head top ring when I swing my bam bam bam

My bam bam
Bam-baram-bam-bam
My bam bam
Bam-bam-baram-bam-bam (yeah)

Pressure when you see a girl like this (yeah)
Tempting body with that Asian mix
Saying want it raw, me no run that crisp (nah nah)
Me call me pum-pum, clean and crisp (yeah, yeah)
Cock it up when you see mem cock it up
Me know your ting lift whenever you see the buff
Me don't come quick, so ya need to turn up
You don't have to talk, me know what you want

Oh, see me and your heart gon' stop
Oh, me put the man up and lock
Oh, I'ma make it hard for you, hard for you
I know you better make it through the night

I make your head top ring when I swing my bam bam (bam bam bam)
I make your head top ring when I swing my bam bam bam (oh)
Yeah, them girls ain't feel like this where you come from (where you come from, girl)
I make your head top ring when I swing my bam bam bam

My bam bam
Bam-baram-bam-bam (mmm)
My bam bam (mmm)
Bam-bam-baram-bam-bam (Young Kingz, baby)

Cuando ella me baila
Yo le pido que nunca se me salga
Si la viro, la agarro por las nalga'
La estadía por ti es que uno la alarga
Y a mí me fascinan las mujere' como tú, caribeña'
Yo quiero que seas mi dueña
Quedan las sábana' mojadas si contigo uno sueña
Cuando quiera' irte hazme seña'
Y si lo mueve me pone incordia'o
Ella no quiere novio, dice que eso da microbio'
Y e' obvio que las demá' le cojan odio
Ese culo me tiene de manicomio

See me and your heart gon' stop
Oh, me put the man up and lock
Oh, I'ma make it hard for you, hard for you
I know you better make it through the night

I make your head top ring when I swing my bam bam (bam bam bam)
I make your head top ring when I swing my bam bam bam (oh)
Yeah, them girls ain't feel like this where you come from (where you come from, girl)
I make your head top ring when I swing my bam bam bam (my body)

My bam bam (mmm)
Bam-baram-bam-bam (mmm)
My bam bam (mmm)
Bam-bam-baram-bam-bam (mmm-mmm-mmm)
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Writer: Chinsea Lee, Michael Torres Monge
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






21 Lil Harold - Brand New

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)

Whoa, brand new SUV (SUV)
I might f*ck her and just pass her off like CP3 (like CP3)
I put my name on my chain, so I don't need ID
I put my gang on a stain, them niggas'll bleed for me (21)
Yeah, whoa, brand new Trackhawk truck (Trackhawk truck)
I'm doin' the dash, dodgin' cops, tearin' the asphalt up
I'm f*ckin' these rapper niggas' hoes, they tryna blackball, huh? (Blackball, huh?)
I'm countin' these hundreds, throwin' these fours, they tryna add it all up (yeah)
Yeah, H-Dawg, I ran it up, I'm straight, dawg (I'm straight, dawg)
They see me shinin', pull up stuntin', I know they hate, dawg (know they hate, dawg)
You better not reach or gon' get shot all in your face, dawg (boom, boom, boom, boom)
My life a movie, these niggas Rico and I'm Ace, dawg (and I'm Ace, dawg)
Better not go against the code (uh-huh)
Brand new Patek, all frozen (Ice)
I came from bustin' down loads (uh-huh)
Look at me rockin' out shows (yeah)
I've been f*ckin' niggas' hoes (uh-huh)
I've been thuggin' with the bros (uh-huh)
We been niggas' chains (yeah)
Boy, you better tuck it in ya clothes (uh-huh, whoa)

Brand new F&N with the kit and the switch
When it hit it go, "Frr, frr, frr" (baow, baow, baow)
Brand new F&N with the kit and the switch
When it hit it go, "Frr, frr, frr"
Brand new F&N with the kit and the switch
When it hit it go, "Frr, frr, frr" (baow, baow, baow)
Brand new F&N with the kit and the switch
When it hit it go, "Frr, frr, frr"
Yeah

Ain't even try to pull it (pull it)
But if I tap this switch one time, they gon' hit like a fully (a fully)
Just landed PJ, on the E-way, truck move like a bully
Look at me now, a nigga made it when they said I couldn't (I did)
Came from the hood and now they see me on they TV (yeah, on they TV)
Ran my money up, now these niggas tryna be me (be me)
All my jewelry come with fez and hittin', my shit VV (ice, ice, uh-huh)
Walked him down, came right out the cut
They ain't even see me (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I was raised 'round them killers and them drug dealers (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I like f*ckin' bad bitches, you know they like thug niggas
Every nigga in my crew done got a bag, now you can't f*ck with us (21)
Catch a hat, go get a tat' and lock it in
This shit like blood ways, whoa, whoa (uh-huh, 21, fah)

Brand new F&N with the kit and the switch
When it hit it go, "Frr, frr, frr" (baow, baow, baow)
Brand new F&N with the kit and the switch
When it hit it go, "Frr, frr, frr"
Brand new F&N with the kit and the switch
When it hit it go, "Frr, frr, frr" (baow, baow, baow)
Brand new F&N with the kit and the switch
When it hit it go, "Frr, frr, frr"

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
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Writer: Harold Glenn
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Becky G, Luísa Sonza and Papatinho - Flores Pa Ti

[ Featuring Luísa Sonza, Papatinho ]

Uh-uh
The número uno, Papatinho

Ey, tú podrás jugar con otras
Pero no joderme a mí, no
Por si no te diste cuenta, papi, soy como Al Pacino
Habla y suena "ra-ta-ta"
Ain't sayin' shit, what you talkin' 'bout?
Me miente, luego me llora, bla, bla, ja, ja
You like roses, you like daisies, lilies
Maybe tulips 'cause you actin' silly (so silly, prr)

Si me va' a mandar más flores, son pa' ti (son pa' ti)
Son pa' ti porque estás muerto para mí (para mí)
Pensaste que iba a estar llorando por ti (no, papi)
Flores pa' ti porque estás muerto pa' mí (yah, yah)

Essa, na tua cama
Mamacita que tu gama, sentadona manhosa (uh)
Você é brasileira gostosa
Safadinha, maldosa, ah
Eles me perguntam: "Quem é você?"
Todo bar que eu entro querem
Todos seus amigos sonham em me ter
Eles batem uma só de me ver (e o quê?)
Nem adianta vir atrás (esquece)
Só anda comigo quem (merece)
Teve sorte de me ter na vida
'Cê não percebeu que eu tô acima?
Bossy, goddamn
Meu nome é Luísa (she's so Brazilian)
Bossy, goddamn
Quién manda es la chica

Si me va' a mandar más flores, son pa' ti (son pa' ti)
Son pa' ti porque estás muerto para mí (Para mí)
Pensaste que iba a estar llorando por ti (No, papi, mhm)
Flores pa' ti porque estás muerto pa' mí (yah, yah)

(Chi-chi-chi-chi) mmm
The número uno, Papatinho
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Rebbeca Marie Gomez, Luisa Gerloff Sonza, Tiago da Cal Alves
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Will Smith and Sean Paul - LIGHT EM UP

[ Featuring Sean Paul ]

Bad boy sound, a this a bad boy sound (light 'em up)
Bad boy sound, a me say him run di town (light 'em up)

Back in this bitch like I never left
The Devil came for me, shoulda wore a vest
You thought I lost something, I ain't miss a step
You want some old me? Say less
I'm bad to the bone when I get it rockin'
I'm back in my zone, 'bout to get it poppin'
Will still plugged in, yeah it's pretty shockin'
Like a brand new Porsche, I got plenty options
I got the thing, I let it sing to ya
Novocaine won't stop the pain that I'ma bring to ya
It just ain't the same whenever they do it
My name like your cell phone, got a ring to it
Nobody realer, whole unit guerrilla
Can't lie, they down to ride like four-wheelers
Can't hide when we outside of your villa
Eye for an eye, don't cry, we won't miss ya (light 'em up)

If you a badman, boy
You shouldn't 'fraid fi go come outside (light 'em up)
And we might bust your head top
Cah you know seh we ride or die (light 'em up, that's how dweet)
Cross the line then you know seh
Your mama goin' bawl and cry (light 'em up)
Man a badman, boy, you know you can run
But you can not hide (light 'em up)

See we forward again, badness it never end
So you know we shoot straight, our shot never bend
We don't pretend, we no mix and blend
If you feel seh you bad then come test we then
Solve problem, if you diss the don dem
Then you haffi contend with di bad boy dem
Our badness you know it well different
So you cyaan' violate nor breach the current (dat a me)
Cah we don't take talk to no argument (ayy)
Kick and box down a my real talent
Bust off your face, now it's real apparent (whoa)
Don't bother squeal, don't try fi defend (ha)
Don't bother run, don't bother call friend (no way)
Not another word from you diss Grants Pen (shut yuh mouth, bwoy)
Before you get burned, before your life end
Another one down, Dem done again (light 'em up)

If you a badman, boy
You shouldn't 'fraid fi go come outside (light 'em up)
And we might bust your head top
Cah you know seh we ride or die (light 'em up, that's how dweet)
Cross the line then you know seh
Your mama goin' bawl and cry (light 'em up)
Man a badman, boy, you know you can run
But you can not hide (light 'em up)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Drew Gavin, Kyle Edwards, Omarr Rambert, Sean Paul Henriques, Will Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Sean Paul and Trueno - Bad Boys

[ Featuring Trueno ]

Ra-pa-pam
Los guacho' fumando como un rastaman
Las guacha' posando pa' la cámara
Te dejo el bajo sonando, ah
Yo tengo una vaina distinta, mai, sé cómo hacerlo
Como nadie te va a tratar
Deja que toda esta vibra te pase en el cuerpo
Así baila' desacatá'

Bad shorty (ah), good body (oh)
Yeah, man, hacemo' fiesta en el lobby (ah)
Están llegando en móvil
A toda Argentina con Sean Paul cierro pa'l party, yeah
Bad shorty (bad shorty), good body (bad shorty)
Yeah, man, hacemo' fiesta en el lobby (ah)
Están llegando en móvil
A toda Argentina con Sean Paul cierro pa'l party, yeah

Bad boy, bad boy, don't know what you wanna say
Cuando llega el day, se te derrite la chain
Bad boy, bad boy, 'tás bailando hasta las 6
Solo quiere dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
Bad boy, bad boy, don't know what you wanna say
Cuando llega el day, se te derrite la chain
Bad boy, bad boy, 'tás bailando hasta las 6
Solo quiere dance, dance, dance, dance, dance (biri-bang-bang-bang, baby girl)

When you flip it and I dip it, tell me how to admit it
Man, dem say your body shape exquisite
Up inna the race, number one, you'll win it
Baby girl, me guay if you bring it, ayy
Up inna the street, you will move your body to the beat
Baby girl, you know you look sweet
Shake that body, 'cause you know you look neat
Have the man, them top up like them a concrete
Sexy mina from Argentina
Top class, know that she's a fina
Give it up, está caliente el clima
Give me the watchers, bring me all Latinas

Bad boy, bad boy, don't know what you wanna say
Cuando llega el day, se te derrite la chain
Bad boy, bad boy, 'tás bailando hasta las 6
Solo quiere dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
Bad boy, bad boy, don't know what you wanna say
Cuando llega el day, se te derrite la chain
Bad boy, bad boy, 'tás bailando hasta las 6
Solo quiere dance, dance, dance, dance, dance

Everything quiz, quiz, tranqui, fumando Greenpeace
Cuando llego, todo el mundo pa'l piso
Say "cheese", sácame una pic derritiendo cheese
F*ck the police, ja
Everything quiz, quiz, tranqui, fumando Greenpeace
Cuando llego, todo el mundo pa'l piso
Say "cheese", sácame una pic derritiendo cheese
F*ck the police, ja
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Writer: Mateo Palacios Corazzina, Santiago Gabriel Ruiz, Sean Paul Henriques, Alberto Carlos Melendez
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






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Bad Boys: Ride or Die is the soundtrack to the 2024 film Bad Boys: Ride or Die directed by Adil El Arbi and Bilall Fallah; the fourth instalment in the Bad Boys series and the sequel to Bad Boys for Life starring Will Smith and Martin Lawrence.

It was released through Epic Records on June 7, 2024, featuring contributions from Black Eyed Peas, Will Smith, Sean Paul, Shenseea, Becky G amongst several others. The album was preceded by the lead single "Tonight" which was released on May 30, 2024.
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Genre(s): Soundtrack
Length: 24:46
Released: June 7th, 2024
Year: 2024

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