Bad Man (Smooth Criminal) – English Lyrics

• By: Polo G
• Album: Hall Of Fame 2.0

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

Lil Capalot, bitch, ha!

Smooth criminal, Mike Jack

And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back

Pull that TEC out just to make a statement

He gon' need a body bag or a night sack

He a bitch, he'll fold under pressure

I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that

Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared"

"Go in for the kill, if they try, you better fight back"

We'll beat his ass if he try to throw the folks up

What's all that shit you was sayin' like you was so tough?

They gon' have to carry your man's if he approach us

Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam when we get close up

Rich-ass gangster, my gun match the color of my car

Any sudden movement and this bitch go, "Fah, fah"

Bet I have him huggin' Allah

I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star

Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat

When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat

He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased

It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh

So you better look both ways, make your soul shake

Demons standin' in the doorway

Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way"

Tell me, Annie, are you okay?

Still on that bullshit, MJ

Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape

All my life, had to risk-take

But if they come and try me, .40 kickin' 'til my wrist break

Let anybody in this bitch play

I'ma have my C's leave his ass in the ground with a stiff face

Where I'm from, all the killers turn hood legend

And they known through them blocks like Dikembe

Totin' on somethin' bigger than The Great Khali

30 shots'll knock him down like Muhammad Ali

Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep

Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., bitch

Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat

When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat

He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased

It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh

So you better look both ways, make your soul shake

Demons standin' in the doorway

Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way"

Tell me, Annie, are you okay?

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