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boy\nPlease don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy\nYou better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah)\n\nI've been drinking red, rasp', boy (Red, yeah)\nI've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brrr)\nNewborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh\nOverseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (Yeah)\n\nWrecked the GT-R (Skrrt), I love to crash cars\nI'm a bad boy, so I got a bad broad\nFuturistic rides imported from Mars (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)\nSmith & Wesson 45, put a hole in his heart\nBetter not play with me, killers, they stay with me, your bitty lay with me\nShe fell in love with my ice, yeah, the hockey rink\nAin't come to kick it, I'm not on the soccer team\nKnew I would make it, it's part of my prophecy\nRaf Simons match my Prada jeans\nI'ma do the dash, get to the bag, ain't no one as bad as me\n\nWill Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy\nWent and got off my ass and got to the cash 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Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy\n[00:17.38] Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy\n[00:20.23] You better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah)\n[00:24.00] I've been drinking red, rasp', boy (Red, yeah)\n[00:26.82] I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brrr)\n[00:29.93] Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh\n[00:32.48] Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (Yeah)\n[00:35.28] Wrecked the GT-R (Skrrt), I love to crash cars\n[00:38.56] I'm a bad boy, so I got a bad broad\n[00:41.49] Futuristic rides imported from Mars (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:43.23] Smith & Wesson 45, put a hole in his heart\n[00:47.17] Better not play with me, killers, they stay with me, your bitty lay with me\n[00:49.26] She fell in love with my ice, yeah, the hockey rink\n[00:50.95] Ain't come to kick it, I'm not on the soccer team\n[00:52.53] Knew I would make it, 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