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Down Bad Video (MV)




Performed By: Waka Flocka Flame
Featuring: J Dubb, Loudiene
Length: 3:15
Written by: Juaquin James Malphurs, Torey Smith




Waka Flocka Flame - Down Bad Lyrics
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[ Featuring J Dubb, Loudiene ]

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Big homie! Squad!

Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad

Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad

Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Shots fired, he was movin' fast
Too many shots, left him down bad (grrrr-ah)
I'm a demon with a (?)
Bodybags and toetags
Rob a nigga with no mask
All gas, no brake pads
Shit, shit
(?) In a (?)
I put a nigga in a hospital, shit, shit
Thirty clip just to drop niggas
(?) Come and mob niggas
Clip longer than a popsicle
I pull it out, tell 'em "freeze!"
Hit 'em everywhere but his knees
Put your hands up, nigga, freeze
Poppin' Mollies like Aleve
Plug came from overseas
Cocaine from Belize
Hard on a Benz, Pimp C
All my niggas throwin' B, shit, shit
(?)
.4-5 with the red beam
Cook a nigga like some red beans, shit, shit
Murder scene, murder scene
(?) On the track, bitch

You know it's real, I say it's on blood
Shoot the club up like I'm J-Dubb
Pinky ring like a lightbulb
Know these niggas ain't no damn thugs
Waka Flocka, that's my f*ckin' brother
Shoot your mother and your baby mother
Can't trust these niggas, police undercover
Lethal weapon on me, Danny Glover
Prison gates in the tour dates
Free all my niggas that's upstate
Bread winner, bitch, free Gates
Popped a nigga for a lunch plate
Rob a rapper 'cause I know he fake
Need a house with a f*ckin' lake
Model bitch, but her body fake

Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad

Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
(Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad)
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Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Big homie! Squad!

Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad

Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad

Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Shots fired, he was movin' fast
Too many shots, left him down bad (grrrr-ah)
I'm a demon with a (?)
Bodybags and toetags
Rob a nigga with no mask
All gas, no brake pads
Shit, shit
(?) In a (?)
I put a nigga in a hospital, shit, shit
Thirty clip just to drop niggas
(?) Come and mob niggas
Clip longer than a popsicle
I pull it out, tell 'em "freeze!"
Hit 'em everywhere but his knees
Put your hands up, nigga, freeze
Poppin' Mollies like Aleve
Plug came from overseas
Cocaine from Belize
Hard on a Benz, Pimp C
All my niggas throwin' B, shit, shit
(?)
.4-5 with the red beam
Cook a nigga like some red beans, shit, shit
Murder scene, murder scene
(?) On the track, bitch

You know it's real, I say it's on blood
Shoot the club up like I'm J-Dubb
Pinky ring like a lightbulb
Know these niggas ain't no damn thugs
Waka Flocka, that's my f*ckin' brother
Shoot your mother and your baby mother
Can't trust these niggas, police undercover
Lethal weapon on me, Danny Glover
Prison gates in the tour dates
Free all my niggas that's upstate
Bread winner, bitch, free Gates
Popped a nigga for a lunch plate
Rob a rapper 'cause I know he fake
Need a house with a f*ckin' lake
Model bitch, but her body fake

Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad

Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad
(Robbed a nigga, caught him down bad)
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Writer: Juaquin James Malphurs, Torey Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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