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Bad Newz lyrics
(*talking*)
Yeah-yeah, the brat-bull huh
For real-for real, for real-for real
[Hook - 4x]
I m bad news, (bad news)
I m bad news, (he bad news)
[Big Tuck]
I m bad news, to you motherfucking fakes
(it s the Hurricane Tuck), and I m tearing up the state
Keep it real for my niggaz, but I m in for them snakes
And they hate cause I m great, and the mic s that I break
Money that I make, keep these broads in a daze
(and I rumble in the club), like I m fresh out a cage
Put the lock on the K, so you best to behave
(you don t want it with me boy), cause I m wild with this gauge
[Hook - 8x]
[Big Tuck]
It s Big T-U-C-K
(who), T-U-C-K
I ain t playing wit ya, (playing wit ya)
I ain t playing wit ya, (he ain t playing wit ya)
I ain t playing wit ya, (playing wit ya)
I ain t playing wit ya, (he ain t playing wit ya)
When you see me in the club, it s bad news
Come out creased up, from my cap to my shoes
Represent the money, but he finna get abused
All these diamonds, they don t think I m playing by the rules
We got teeth that really bling, jack-up some bezeltynes
Glocks with scopes and beams, foreigns and everything
Bigger than dinosaurs, scar ya and leave you sore
Slugs that hurt like pores, why just because
[Hook - 8x]
[Big Tuck]
I m so raw so street, so off the chain
Jump on the track, and go head up with a freight train
Thanks to the Marines, I m a killer but well trained
Fight for green, like a mascot for Notre Dame
I m so sick with it, you don t like it deal with it
You want it go and get it, now fire come and get it
You fin s to meet your maker, the lyrical undertaker
C-4 pass detonator, bad news to a hater
Then leave the hook, the crowd done jam
Got a pineapple bomb, under the seat in the slab
I ll give you a skeet taste, but you ll die from a dab
When it s crunk on your hands, it s bad news you have
[Hook - 12x]
Bad news...he bad news
Bad news...he bad news
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