Kazie - Westside Bad Boy

August Gold
You niggas already know what it is
(Chuckles)
Yeah
Kazie
Breed Mafia
Niggas sayin' we like the westside "Bad Boys" or some shit
Got the Notorious B.I.G.
Diddy, Ma$e, Shyne, all that
Ay pass me my drink my nigga , yeah right there
Let me talk to 'em for a bit
Feel me
Look, if I grew up in the 90's I would of been a player
Women on my line with some gold and a pager
Bachelor pad, TV screens, with the Sega
Versace shades on, 3.0 some Daytons
Coogi sweater poppin', Tims all laced
Baby you in good hands, my game is All State
My name is well known
Ask about me
And I stay with The Breed Mafia around me
Bad ones surround me when whey used to clown me
I'm a king around town baby you should crown me
And I shock niggas with the shit that I get into
Making rap look easy killing these instrumentals
Who he say he beefing' with?
Shit not us
'Cause that'll have his boys looking like, "Who shot ya?"
Fly shit every time me and CHAD pop up
Lookin' like Sean Combs and Christopher Wallace
I'm a westside "Bad Boy"
Ridin' in a fast toy
Don't believe me, check the numbers on the dashboard
All about my cash in this race niggas last boy
Nah, I ain't the shooter know some niggas that'll blast for us
Hey, Oh
Hey, Oh (We gettin' to the money, what you mad for?)
Hey, Oh
Hey, Oh (Nigga what you mad for)
Got this gold on my wrist
Got this gold on neck
White tee all pressed and my feet lookin' fresh
Pants creased, baby see it so she show respect
And she smell the cologne on my neck, oh
She was looking good, the vibe was so cool
Hair did, nails done with the white toes too
Hit me 'round 9 shit I might roll through
Just to show you what this pipe in your life gon' do
Shit, I'm just playing we can go to the beach
Put your feet in the sand, have your phone out of reach
I know your man hit you up but you're chillin' with me
She said never in her life has she been so intrigued
Kazie, Kazie, Kazie, can't you see?
You make these niggas look Fugazi
And I don't chase women, shit, they all chase me
Play the game by the rules and never let them play me
I'm a westside "Bad Boy"
Ridin' in a fast toy
Don't believe me, check the numbers on the dashboard
All about my cash in this race niggas last boy
Nah, I ain't the shooter know some niggas that'll blast for us
Hey, Oh
Hey, Oh (We gettin' to the money, what you mad for?)
Hey, Oh
Hey, Oh (Nigga what you mad for)

Written by:
Deondre Wimberly, Kaelen Mitchell

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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