Badder Than Bad - Deno & Charlie Sloth

I told, I dont want her unless she's badder than bad Haha, badder than Badder than bad She need a bag, where is her man She callin my name What are you sayin, what are you sayin I been needing space, hopped on a plane, Im goin insane Her n a lame She wanna blade, she wanna fk with the wave Badder than bad uh huh She need a bag, where is her man She callin my name uh huh What are you sayin uh, what are you sayin I been needing space uh huh, hopped on a plane, Im goin insane Her na a lame uh huh She wanna blade, she wanna fk with the wave Badder than bad Aint got a man she better come with her friend She know who I am I aint gotta flex, I aint pull up in a Benz Im doin my dance, she in a trance, she wanna come to the ends Well it depends, is it just you or is it you and your friends Badder than bad uh huh She need a bag uh, where is her man She callin my name uh huh What are you sayin uh, what are you sayin I been needing space uh huh, hopped on a plane, Im goin insane Her na a lame uh huh She wanna blade, she wanna fk with the wave Look, she wanna talk to the kid, she like the sh that I give uh yeah When we go back to the crib, Im goin all in her ribs uh yeah She fell in love with my style, she fell in love with my drip uh yeah She told me boy you too clean, I said it is what it is uh yeah She wanna talk to the kid, she like the sh that I give When we go back to the crib, Im goin all in her ribs She fell in love with my style, she fell in love with my drip She told me boy you too clean, I said it is what it is I gotta stay in control I gotta get back on road She always want me to stay Thats not the way that it goes She know she badder than bad, maybe its best that I keep it on low She love to count up the cash, then we go blow it on clothes Shoutout to wave, he in the ave uh He just copped another bag uh He dont even like to brag uh Got the sh you never had uh, yeah Shawty is badder than bad Throw her the keys to the jag Now the other bihes mad Badder than bad She need a bag, where is her man She callin my name What are you sayin, what are you sayin I been needing space, hopped on a plane, Im goin insane Her n a lame She wanna blade, she wanna f with the wave Badder than bad uh huh She need a bag, where is her man She callin my name uh huh What are you sayin uh, what are you sayin I been needing space uh huh, hopped on a plane, Im goin insane Her na a lame uh huh She wanna blade, she wanna fk with the wave Badder than bad She need a bag, where is her man She callin my name What are you sayin, what are you sayin I been needing space, hopped on a plane, Im goin insane Her n a lame She wanna blade, she wanna f with the wave

Could never be what they want him to be, he's stranger than fiction And he's got no past, he's a mystery, but he's got ambition And there's always been a mountain to climb, and this one's just higher But he shows no fear, it's just a matter of time You know, he's always been a fighter, yeah There's no need to ask him why, yeah, you can see it in his eyes Yeah, he's shooting for the sky, yeah Chorus: If we're right, no one shall fight it, no That good boy won't be slain, oh no And the young will fight all the powers above Till the world knows his name, till they know his name No one knows what he's feeling inside, he's burning with passion There's only one way out, he's gotta get that right He wants to go straight to the action, yeah Sometimes it seems so long, yeah, but his passion is so strong And something makes him carry on, oh yeah Chorus He'll do what he has to do, to be part of the game Yeah, he knows what he'll have to go through, till the world knows his name (Solo) Yeah, there's no need to ask him why, you can see it in his eyes Yeah, he's shooting for the sky, yeah Chorus repeats 2x...

I came thru with the sauce Jumped into the passenger seat to tight And the big man poor I know why they're looking at me Cuz I'm young and wavey My lifestyle crazy I-I-I'm young and wavey My lifestyle crazy I came thru with the sauce Jumped into the passenger seat too tight And the big man poor I know why they're looking at me PART ONE OF LIFESTYLE

Hmm, yo (Who made this, JB made this, hahaha) Hahaha Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Just came through with a one-two, If you ask me then I might just son you I don't give a shit 'bout numbers, undo But ask for my numbers and I might just done you (I'll do that) They copy and paste, they best undo Everyone salutes when they see me but you (salute) Shout out Driz when I cut through, wooka, paw, I bring out the kung-fu I'm in the ghetto, ra-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta And this one chick's way too paro I'm with my dawgs, I'm with my dawgs One week I'm there, next week I'm gone One week in ends, next week Milan Foreign cars, I push to start, I see my guys, I say, "Wagman?" (yeah, yeah) Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer (skrr) Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr) For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (gon' slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Eighteen with the million plaques Soon sittin' on like a million racks (that's right) I'm abroad, they like the accent, Guess I'm sounding like it's a million's track (woosh) And all my brothers still with me, and all my brothers good From backflips and tappin' tables, to makin' it out the hood Tell me what you like-like, baby? (Baby) I bring the ice-ice, baby Princess cuts, make you oh so brazy I make you slay like Stacey Take you the hood, show you finer things Different life to the life you life Hatton G for the finest rings (bossy) Babe, that's the life we live Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer (skrr) Twenty plate, that's a buss down (Woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr) For realers be my side (my side, ooters) They don't slip, they slide (they slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (my side, ooters) They don't slip, they slide (gon' slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla