U.b.o.n.g - Jimmy butler, bad boy! (feat. semilore)

Tell me why you dey test me
You test me
When I did it
You gadamn you left me
If I deal with you
Them go arrest me
I'm not the same guy you knew when you left me
I get ability like Dizzy Gillespie
Baba dey my side En dey bless me
When you see me
You can't touch me
Cause I'm dancing to my own beat
You dunno!
Cause I'm a bad boy, Eh
Step inna the place like woah
Making all the money like
Though I'm stunting on my haters like
Bang Bang Bang Bang
Bad boy, hmmmn
Step inna the place like
Making all this money like
And I'm stunting on my haters like bang

When I came in the game
They didn't rate me
Came off the bench
Now I start, God raised me
Put in the work till I ball
Now they praise me
Became an all-star, see I made it this far
Yeah it's crazy
I'm a bad boy
Sad boy why you mad boy
You're mad it's my time
Cause hommie you passed yours
And they're talking like I won't spit
Back on that bull shit
I'm a killer with these tunes
Offload em like a full clip
I feel like Jimmy Butler
Cause when I get the ball in the fourth
Yeah it's over
Who you know this dope
As cold as Minnesota
When it's time to carry on
I put my team all on my shoulder
I'm a bad boy


Bad man don enter show
Everything don scatter all over
Big man wey dey control things
In case you forgot know that
I'm a bad boy, Eh
Step inna the place like woah
Making all the money like
And I'm stunting on my haters like
Bang bang bang bang
Bad boy, hmmmn
Step inna the place like
Making all this money like
And I'm stunting on my haters like bang

Uhhh yeah
Now they know me in the streets
Cause I pull up with the heats
Hommie this is real life
You know what I feel like
Jimmy Butler in the paint
Yeah my moves are real tight but
They tryna doubt, tryna hate
You're not on my level
I be laughing at you
If I put it on my mental
Then I gatta see it through
Put my foot onto the pedal
Yeah believe it it's true, cause
There's a meeting in my head
Planning how to get this bread
So I don't care 'bout what you heard
Or you what you said cause
Now I pull up in the streets
Yeah they know me with the heats
Hommie this is real life
You know what I feel like
Jimmy Butler in the paint
Yeah my moves are real tight

Tell me why you dey test me
You test me
When I did it
You gadamn you left me
If I deal with you
Them go arrest me
I'm not the same guy you knew when you left me
I get ability like Dizzy Gillespie
Baba dey my side En dey bless me
When you see me
You can't touch me
Cause I'm dancing to my own beat
You dunno
Cause I'm a bad boy, Eh
Step inna the place like woah
Making all this money like
Though I'm stunting on my haters like
Bang Bang Bang Bang
Bad boy, Eh
Step inna the place like woah
Making all this money like
And I'm stunting on my haters

Writers: Peter Sunday , U.B.O.N.G

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