Falco Lyrics

[HOOK - CHRIS WRIGHT & ATWOOD]
I got a bad side
Dabble a bit in duality
f*ck all your advice
You ain't got no personality

Turn off the gravity (watch how I flip)
You talk too much shit (I can see it on your lips)
Taste bad from the face to the shoes (no drip)
I'm a bad guy ('cause motherf*ckers like to play when you act nice)

[VERSE 1 - CHRIS WRIGHT]
Motherf*cker I just blacked out (where i'm at?)
In a Honda Accord
I pull the mask down (f*ck it)
Then kick open the door
I'm going ass out, stumble up to the porch
I got the dirty south on me so I'm par for the course

[VERSE 2 - MILES POWERS]
When they dropped the song I heard someone was cappin' huh?
I can pop enough for all of y'all like gatling guns
For the little onеs, yeah, got a little new groovе
Let the kitty out the handbag, let it run loose!

It's a pity y'all ain't found it I'ma call it back
Yes I'm petty and I'm grounded and I'm all of that
When I'm popping off I won't look back for nothing, get the bag and run
Raps that pack a punch, only gassing when we pass a blunt
[VERSE 3 - CLOUD MAC]
Fed up with this shit man, six shoot just like a cowpoke
Hands off, cocked like I'm motherf*ckin' Falco
I'm a former addict wish my nose was full of blanco
Give the homies kisses cos' we keep it in the band bro

What'chu think uh huh?
Everybody really like to f*ckin' think a lot
And if I gotta lotta money ima keep it all
I got a lot of f*cking plans I'll never peak at all

[HOOK - CHRIS WRIGHT & ATWOOD] I got a bad side
Dabble a bit in duality
f*ck all your advice
You ain't got no personality

Turn off the gravity (watch how I flip)
You talk too much shit (I can see it on your lips)
Taste bad from the face to the shoes (no drip)
I'm a bad guy ('cause motherf*ckers like to play when you act nice)

[VERSE 4 - THIAGO]
I don't practice Santeria, I ain't got no crystal ball
I might sip on this sangria till I cannot sip at all
Let's play football with a bucket wonder who gon' kick it off
You try reffin' how I'm feelin' whistleblow like it's the law
That's a yellow card, Ocean Ave I was sittin'
But we never talk, f*ck that I got visions
Of a better 'morrow, reading lines in my hand
But I got sweaty palms, I can't get a grip

[VERSE 5 - WHYANDOTTE]
Do a good job with the pain that I'm maskin'
Got a long fuse and a really big casket
Call me Yogi Bear with a pic-a-nic basket
Dancing with the stars and I saw Carole Baskin

What the f*ck does that mean?
Niggas still locked up, praying for a vaccine
Y'all getting married in the mud but you act clean
Hoping for a Coppola, everywhere you open up, some of y'all are acting

[HOOK - CHRIS WRIGHT & ATWOOD]
I got a bad side
Dabble a bit in duality
f*ck all your advice
You ain't got no personality

Turn off the gravity (watch how I flip)
You talk too much shit (I can see it on your lips)
Taste bad from the face to the shoes (no drip)
I'm a bad guy ('cause motherf*ckers like to play when you act nice)

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