Paroles de la chanson BAD JIT par
I'm a bad jit, I'm a I'm a bad jit (Jit)
I'm a bad jit, I'm a I'm a bad jit (Super bad)
When I die, surround me with some bad bitches (When I die)
W-when I die, surround me with some bad shit (W-when I die)
P-please don't drop that bag, that shit ass, nigga (Oh my God)
I'm so fuckin' lit, Roscoe Dash, nigga (Oh my God)
She wanna fuck for a bag, I-I let her fuck for a bag
Push that thirty mag, push that thirty mag
Choppa out the trunk, do a nigga sad
Murder on my mind, give a fuck about a mask
I'm a bad jit, I'm a I'm a bad jit (Super bad)
When I die, surround me with some bad bitches (When I die)
W-when I die, surround me with some bad shit (W-when I die)
P-please don't drop that bag, that shit ass, nigga (Oh my God)
I'm so fuckin' lit, Roscoe Dash, nigga (Oh my God)
She wanna fuck for a bag, I-I let her fuck for a bag
Push that thirty mag, push that thirty mag
Choppa out the trunk, do a nigga sad
Murder on my mind, give a fuck about a mask
I-I'm so geeked up, I park the Urus on the grass
P-pockets green as fuck, that shit gon' blend in with the grass
Fuck nigga talkin', we gon' pop him in his ass, f-fuck nigga talkin', we gon' pop him in his ass
I-I done fucked this bitch so good, she might turn to a ???
Yeah, I'm hittin' this ho like a ???, I'm hittin' this ho like a ???
I'm hittin' this ho like a ???, I'm beatin' this ho like her dad
I'm beatin' this ho like her dad
My pockets they filled with the cash, my pockets they filled with the cash
Walk 'round town with some pretty bad shit, walk 'round town with a pretty bad bitch
Heaters out the trunk, turn that boy into sandwich Heaters out the trunk, turn that boy into sandwich
P-pockets green as fuck, that shit gon' blend in with the grass
Fuck nigga talkin', we gon' pop him in his ass, f-fuck nigga talkin', we gon' pop him in his ass
I-I done fucked this bitch so good, she might turn to a ???
Yeah, I'm hittin' this ho like a ???, I'm hittin' this ho like a ???
I'm hittin' this ho like a ???, I'm beatin' this ho like her dad
I'm beatin' this ho like her dad
My pockets they filled with the cash, my pockets they filled with the cash
Walk 'round town with some pretty bad shit, walk 'round town with a pretty bad bitch
Heaters out the trunk, turn that boy into sandwich Heaters out the trunk, turn that boy into sandwich
I'm a bad jit, I'm a I'm a bad jit
Im a bad jit, I'm a I'm a bad jit
I'm a bad jit, I'm a I'm a bad jit (Oh my God)
When I die, surround me with some bad bitches (Oh my God)
When I die, surround me with some bad shit (Oh my God)
Please don't drop that bag, that shit ass, nigga (Oh, that shit ass)
I'm so fuckin' lit, Roscoe Dash, nigga (Huh)
She wanna fuck for a bag, I let her fuck for a bag
She wanna fuck for a bag
I let her fuck for a bag
I'm ‘bout to eat on her ass, yeah
I'm tryna eat on her ass
Uh, what the fuck?