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Read Ebook {PDF EPUB} I Punched The Bad Boy by KMMY G "Bit A Bad Boy" lyrics. Don't be late Break the weight I'm the marvelous mate Dave, that's my name Gonna go by the flow Gonna play the game Gonna roll the dice - once or twice Pushing on a feeling nice, you got me right Me and the guys, yeah - busting in time When I turned my life, to a life of rhyme Hold on tight, we need the sound to survive. If this is true, I thought then, what will I think Will I stay but rather I would get away I'm scared that I won't find a thing. And afraid that I'll turn out to be alone, but I I have to learn, have to try, have to trust. I have to cry Have to see, have to know that I can be myself. Pull up the shots So we come dancing down! Bit a bad boy, yeah! Take the good with the bad, the rough with the smooth You've got everything to gain and nothing to lose Bit a bad boy, pass the mic. Hold on tight, we need the sound to survive. I have to learn, have to try, have to trust. I have to cry Have to see, have to know that I can be myself. We never stop Gonna go by the flow We'll never get enough Gonna make you flyyyy. In fact, this tune is gonna be massive You got me right, hold on tight! Yeah! Hold on tight! Take the good with the bad, the rough with the smooth. You've got everything to gain and nothing to lose Hold on tight We need the sound to survive. I have to learn, have to try, have to trust. I have to cry Have to see, have to know that I can be myself. ‘I Left Bad Boy’: Cassie Talks Going Independent Following Her Breakup with Diddy and Whirlwind Marriage to Alex Fine. Cassie’s life has been looking on the up and up lately. Not only has she gotten married, and has become a mother of two in the last two years, but the singer has also revealed that she is now an independent artist. On Wednesday, May 19, she appeared as a guest on Ciara’s “Level Up Radio” on Apple Music, where she talked about where her music career stands currently. Cassie, who ended her decades-long relationship with Diddy , who is also the owner of Bad Boy Records, said, “I left Bad Boy. I was able to get out of my deal. So now I’m independent.” She confessed that the decision to get out of her contract is “just very different from the start.” The 34-year-old had been working with the record label for some time, releasing her first hit single “Me & U” and her album with the company in 2006. Cassie Ventura and Sean “Diddy” Combs attend the Heavenly Bodies: Fashion & The Catholic Imagination Costume Institute Gala at The Metropolitan Museum of Art on May 7, 2018 in New York City. (Photo by John Shearer/Getty Images for The Hollywood Reporter) “It’s so different. And I mean, even now I’m just in a different place in my life,” she said. Within two months of ending her long-term relationship with Diddy, Cassie began dating her personal trainer Alex Fine in early 2019. By June 2019, the pair announced that they were pregnant with their first child. The couple wasted no time because by August they were engaged, and, in September, they said their “I Dos.” Cassie went on to explain why being autonomous is “the place to be.” She said, “You could do whatever you want. You could wake up tomorrow and be like, ‘Okay, I want to record four records. And then put them out and it’s mine. And what you going to say.” Ciara agreed, knowing exactly how Cassie feels. In 2019, Ciara launched her own record label called Beauty Marks Entertainment, and, thanks to her husband, Russell Wilson, she has ownership over her masters. She told Cassie, “And you don’t feel the pressure of like having to wait on if someone’s going to like something or have to wait on someone else to make a decision for you. You get to make the decision for yourself. And that’s true girl empowerment right there.” Cassie hasn’t said if she is planning to release another album anytime soon, but, for now, it looks like she is continuing to enjoy her new life as a mom and wife. I Punched The Bad Boy by KMMY_G. from the album Greatest Hits · Copyright: Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula, Duane S. Hitchings, Dennis Lambert, Bruce Washington, Frannie Golde, Johnny Lee Jackson, Malcolm Greenidge Lyrics Terms of Use. Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: I ain't got no motherfuckin friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (take money) West side!! Bad Boy killers. (take money) You know who the realest is niggaz (take money) We bring it to you (take money) First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim Westside when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches We keep on comin while we runnin for yo' jewels Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace I let them niggaz know it's on for life So let the Westside ride tonight - hahahah Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know . see . Related. Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace. NIGGA, I hit em' up. Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track Y'all niggaz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you. bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!! Check Out. Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint Puffy weaker than the fuckin block I'm runnin through nigga And I'm smokin Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up. Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh. Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace NIGGA, I hit em' up. Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel. this ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open Tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money but it's funny to me All you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin with me? I'm a self made millionare Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, haha Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch and beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house, hah Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit 'em up. I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occurs No points in common, we bringin drama to all you herbs Knuckle check the scenario, Lil' Cease I bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin pleas you Degenario Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? Get ya lil' Jr. Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck is you STUPID?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And your box top spots get mopped and dropped and all your fake-ass East coast props brainstormed and locked. Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to ya face you ain't shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser. Bout to get murdered for the paper Edi Amin approach the scene of the caper, like a loc With Lil' Ceaser in a choke, huh totin smoke We ain't no motherfuckin joke Thug Life niggaz better be knowin We approchin, in the wide open, guns smokin No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed As soon as the funk was poppin off, nigga I hit 'em up.