Bad Man (Smooth Criminal) Lyrics by Polo G is latest English song with music also given by Travis Sayles & Khaled Rohaim. Bad Man (Smooth Criminal) song lyrics are written by Rance, J. White Did It, Michael Jackson & Polo G.
Bad Man (Smooth Criminal) Song Detail
| Song Name: | Bad Man (Smooth Criminal) |
| Singer: | Polo G |
| Composer: | Travis Sayles, Khaled Rohaim |
| Lyrics by: | Rance, J. White Did It, Michael Jackson, Polo G |
Bad Man (Smooth Criminal) Lyrics
Lil capalot, bi^^h, haa
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 bi^^h, 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 a^s if he try to throw the folks up
What’s all that s^^t you was sayin’ like you was so tough?
They gon’ have to carry your mans if he approach us
Creepin’ in, that glizzy’ll blam when we get close up
Rich-a^s gangster, my gun match the color of my car
Any sudden movemеnt and this bi^^h 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 clеar 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, uhh
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 bulls^^t, 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 bi^^h play
I’ma have my c’s leave his a^s 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 something bigger than the great khali
Thirty 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., bi^^h
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, uhh
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?