Bad Intentions Lyrics - Purp & Patron - Game

Bad intentions nigga 

Fucking with the wrong one 

Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one 

Aftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigars 

Drive foreign cars into the stars 

Fuck bitches at our leisure 

Stuff dick inside they throat til they have seizures 

Hoes down, B's up 

Roll the trees up, Smokey Robinson 

Start trippin, I like his jewelry, then I'm robbin son 

Fuck a platinum plaque nigga hood with it 

Bouncin that impala down the shore like what's good with it? 

I'm a made man, I wear J's and 

I been around more rocks than a fuckin cave man 

I done sold it and bagged it 

I done drove it and crashed it 

Fucked my credit up smashin the Ashton 

FYI nigga I got a magnum, 

Only time I been punked was by Ashton Kutcher 

I'm a motherfuckin butcher 

Leave me around anything white and I'm a cook it 

I be all up in the kitchin 

No need for an apron, playboy 

I'm a professional, I'm cakin playboy 

The last real D-boy up in this rap shit 

Chrome 24s with the fat lip, call the shits? cash 

? Fuckin with the bomb squad 

Dismantle any MC for free, you been warned god 

Church, Higher power 

Impala sittin clean like it took 5 showers 

Nigga I'm the G.A.M.E. so don't you tempt me 

Your chest'll be full and my clip will be empty 

I'm simply one of the most raw niggas in this shit 

Why you think that I got in this shit? 

Paid for my momma house, bout 700k 

Can't stop smokin but I'm down to a blunt a day 

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Yay, I mean yayo 

On the block sun up sun down like where the day go? 

We come through chargin nigga like San Diego 

Seventeen chargers, couple of em same color but the shit is ok though 

Cause all my niggas on the payroll get caught slippin, get a halo 

And I ain't talking bout the x-box 

Niggas let the tech knock 

Welcome to the real life, black ops 

Where it's still fuck the police, white and black cop 

And we ain't killin Jonny, no 

Nigga give em an ass shot 

Put him on injured reserve 

Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, word 

That's how I get down, all you rap niggas floppin 

Who talkin shit now? only Drake and Yay worth coppin 

I take a hiatus, spend a little time gamblin in Vegas 

Come back to back runnin faster than five Lakers 

So mother fuck a hater and his family 

About to finish the R.E.D. album up in Miami 

Lebron can't stand me, cause I got this purp in my cup 

24s on the truck, Laker game nigga what? 

Ballin, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang 

See the chrome boy? and my mother fuckin home boys 

But I'm from Cali not to be confused with Khaled 

He say that we the best but I'm the best that's valid 

And before you try to say that that's a diss, 

I was up at Khaled's house two days ago bitch 

Sippin on a Long Island ice tea with a white bitch 

That was just as bad as Ice-T's, but she's not the wifey 

The wife be at home with the kid's 

Look at them and see how a motherfucker live 

24 cars, 5 and a half cribs, I was spending money like goin broke was the shit, shit. 

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