I'm I'm a bad boy - Freefire 1v4

Terror Squad... Bad Boy... Joey Crack Girl I gotta do what I gotta do Change my life (Change my life) Make things right (Make things right) And girl I'm a bad boy so I gotta do what I gotta do Risk my life (Risk my life) In the late night (In the late night) Cause girl I'm a bad boy yeahhhhhh I know at times you feel stressed out But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house But for now I gotta hug the block I know you sick of visits from undercover cops Runnin' to the kitchen tryin to hide the box Just give me a minute and I'm gonna flood you with rocks I gotta wicked jump shot but let's be real Aint no scouts gonna give a sad nigga a deal I gotta do what I gotta do that's whats up What's with this new attitude you know bitch that is what's up I'm a Bad Boy like 'Mike Lawry' How you think you got that rainbow Louis Not with a legal job's salary Ma' we got you stuck off the realness You know the infamous You heard of us It's your Bad Boy business men Me and Joey Crack gettin' benjamins Sittin' in the Vanquish, the same color as cinnamon Ma' I'm tryin' to be your knight and shinin' To put you in the house on the Cayman Islands Spend your whole life with stylin' With that light that got me Through it all you was right behind me And ma' I know I gotta change But right now a nigga is dealing with alot of things It's not the same Girl with me you can achieve whatever But I can't change, I'm a Bad Boy forever

Well I was rollin' down the road in some cold blue steel, I had a bluesman in the back, and a beautician at the wheel. We're going downtown in the middle of the night We was laughing and I'm jokin' and we feelin' alright. Oh I'm bad, I'm nationwide. Yes I'm bad, I'm nationwide. Easin' down the highway in a new Cadillac, I had a fine fox in front, I had three more in the back. They sportin' short dresses, wearin' spike-heeled shoes, They smokin' Lucky Strikes, wearing nylon too. Welcome back, we're nationwide. Yeah we bad, we're nationwide. Well I was movin' down the road in my V-8 Ford, I had a shine on my boots, I had my sideburns lowered. With my New York brim and my gold tooth displayed, Nobody give me trouble cause they know I got it made. I'm bad, I'm nationwide. Girl I'm bad, bad, bad, bad, I'm nationwide.

I ain't gonna marry in the fall He ain't gonna marry in the spring 'Cause I'm in love with a pretty little girl Who wears a diamond ring And I'm just a country boy Money have I none But I've got silver in the stars Gold in the mornin' sun Gold in the mornin' sun Never gonna kiss The Ruby red lips Of the prettiest girl in town Never gonna ask her if she'd Marry me I know she'd turn me down 'Cause I'm just a country boy Money have I none But I've got silver in the stars And gold in the mornin' sun Gold in the mornin' sun I never could afford A store bought ring With a sparkling diamond stone All I could afford Is a loving heart The only one I own 'Cause I'm just a country boy Money have I none But I've got silver in the stars And gold in the mornin' sun Gold in the mornin' sun

I don't know if I'm a boy I don't know if I'm a man I know I wanna be called pretty But I don't know if I want titties I guess I could say gender non-conforming But I've done really well conforming And non-binary doesn't have the ring I've been looking for I am Jake and I am Foster I am something in the middle But I'm fine with both these names that I've been given I don't know if I'm a reject I don't know if I'm a loser But I know that I've been feelin' Feminine since I was teethin' (maybe not that early) I don't know if I can rock it I don't think my ass is poppin' But I know that I've been breathin' Different when I'm wearin' makeup Maybe then never mind I was gonna undercut All of my feelings with stupid lines about musical theatre That's not what I'm here for I have a tendency for irony You see those stupid words served to protect me But I can't figure out those stupid words I don't know if I like he or her I remember wearing my mom's high heels And these pink work-out sweatpants Yeah, I was a little kid Who didn't know to hide it I remember hatin' all my clothes And seeing pretty girls with pretty clothes And I was envious How can I be one of those? I don't know if I'm a reject I don't know if I'm a loser But I know that I've been feeling' Feminine since I was teethin' I don't know if I can rock it I don't think my ass is poppin' But I know that I've been breathin' Different when I'm wearin' makeup And I told myself, "Lose a little weight And you can wear anything you want" And I tried to wait until I lost enough, but It never felt like it came And I told myself, "Lose a little weight You can dress any women's clothes" And I gained some weight, then I told myself "Fuck it, bitch, I am writing a song" Now I know that I'm a reject My own special kind of loser But I know that I've been feelin' Feminine since I was breathin' I'm not sure if I can rock it But I'm sure my ass is poppin' And I know that I've been breathin' Different since I've got this feeling

Well life on the farm is kinda laid back Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack It's early to rise, early in the sack Thank God I'm a country boy Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm My days are all filled with an easy country charm Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low Thank God I'm a country boy I'd play sally goodin all day if I could But the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good So I fiddle when I could, work when I should Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels I never was one of them money hungry fools Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools Thank God I'm a country boy Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side Said, live a good life and play my fiddle with pride And thank God you're a country boy My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle Taught me how to love and how to give just a little Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Thank God I'm a country boy

One girl was called Jean Marie Another little girl was called Felicity Another little girl was Sally Joy The other was me, and I'm a boy My name is Bill, and I'm a head case They practice making up on my face Yeah, I feel lucky if I get trousers to wear Spend evenings taking hairpins from my hair I'm a boy, I'm a boy But my ma won't admit it I'm a boy, I'm a boy But if I say I am, I get it Put your frock on, Jean Marie Plait your hair, Felicity Paint your nails, little Sally Joy Put this wig on, little boy I'm a boy, I'm a boy But my ma won't admit it I'm a boy, I'm a boy But if I say I am, I get it Wanna play cricket on the green Ride my bike across the street Cut myself and see my blood Wanna come home all covered in mud I'm a boy, I'm a boy But my ma won't admit it I'm a boy, I'm a boy But if I say I am, I get it