Morrisson - Bad Boys Lyrics

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(bad boys, bad boys..)

I wake up and I stare at the ceiling
I’m alive what a beautiful feeling
I should be dead or in jail but I’m alive and enjoying my freedom
I’m on the [?] like Tyson fury but I’m feeling like Tommy Egan 
I’m feeling like Tommy Egan 
I’m feeling like Tommy Egan 
I’m on the [?] like Tyson fury but I’m feeling like Tommy Egan 

I stepped in looking like millions
That’s cause I really made millions
I’m a self made boss and my bros will take that loss (like say no more) 
I’ll take a mans girlfriend just like I take mans crop

My black tings gassed but she plays it cool
She said she don’t fuck white boys but for me she’ll risk it and break the rules
Do the mad ting and watch paid in full
My Maltese ting’s all special 
Hood but she don’t act ghetto
I said babe can we fuck in my Bentley, she said yes we can sir like Geko

I got rich in trap then pretended that I did it in rap
They got rich in rap then pretended they did it in trap
The worlds gone mad, Na really the worlds gone mad
I really went to war with my ends and Big Dill’s really had my back
Still with the gang, still with the Mali’s & Akkis 
Still move bricks in cabbies
Still bag all my guns like Andy
I’m an OG but I’m still active
I can still make your grow go missing 
When you’re sniffing up my coke that’s the only type you should have your nose in my business

Fam on my mobile phone won’t stop ringing
Man keep ringing my phone off
Then they call me when they want favours So fuck it I’m switching my phone off
Fuck it put my phone on flight mode
Jump on the flight then leave
When my man need me I’m there in a second but when I need them they play hide and seek 

It’s a been violent week
Further more it’s been a violent life
I ain’t into domestic violence but my girl brings out my violent side
You got your head kicked in then you backed down and swallowed your pride
when I got stabbed up and shot up i got up and didn’t stop riding till I left an opp fried

I’ve had war after war
I’ve been settling Score after score
I’ve been on lick after lick after lick, I’ve been kicking down door after door
Blud I lost friend after friend 
And I lost mate after mate 
Some of them died in the field but most of them hotting a snake 

 Hang tight, My heart colder than Russia
In the streets nobody loves ya 
I trust my friend more than my brother
I need my gun more than my mother
I slipped and got hurt by the opps
It’s my own fault I deserve what I got 
But I rid and I rid and I rid till I got him back then I hurt all his squad 
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Don’t fuck with my money don’t fuck with my pride, don’t fuck with my family 
I can sign most of these English rappers, on god I can cover their salaries
I had so much bricks in the trap [?] shaking and panicking
I’m in my van doing a wheelie cause of the weight of the bricks in the back of it 
I blew hundreds of racks in them clubs looking back man that shit was embarrassing
I’m whiter than David from Dagenham but I still village beat man like an African 
Everyone’s got a gun, but not everybody is banging em 
Cause you bought a gun and you stashed it and ever since then it’s been missing like Madeline