Correction Lyrics Bad Man by Gully (Peckham)

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You can't take badman for a fool (Yo, yo)
Rise this tool
(Brrr, woi, woi) Pray to the Lord that a man did fall
You can't take badman for a fool (No you can't)
Do it and bounce like a basketball (Woi woi)
Skengs, skengs kick like footie
Tryna red a mans top like Arsenal (Ay take me in)
You can't take badman for a fool
Rise this tool
(Brrr, woi, woi) Pray to the Lord that a man did fall
You can't take badman for a fool (No you can't)
Do it and bounce like a basketball (Woi woi)
Skengs, skengs kick like footie
Tryna red a mans top like Arsenal

You can't take badman for a fool man swam in a pool cah he walk with fools
Double up, double up, still might cut him up
Can't see nothing but legs when running up
Man done done him up
Ain't he had enough?
Man done done him up outsidе school
Man put hands on a pipe and ball
But they ain't put hands on a pipe at all
And it's truе they were my idols
Now I'm tryna slap corn at their right eyeball
Ball, opps wanna pipe and talk
But no, that's not what they're like at all
Back my ying ying swing shave him in
Who's gonna save him inside that pool?
Council flats where I got down ***
He didn't put up a fight at all (Ying dat)
I'm with bro in the neeky ends (Woi woi)
Tryna ride on streets, not on BPM's (Woi woi)
You don't wanna see me, V, Dskeng
Let suttin beat when I see GMs (Woi woi)
Walk with it like it ain't no crime
Bine in the field like CDM's
He try slap he got more than ten
That's why he can't come with meady skeng (Ay take me in)

Whoosh, push, whoosh and push that button
Don't give a f**k 'bout a mutual friend, I'll fling this corn no f**king fussing
He got bucked and he kept on cutting
He stopped, got bored, should've kept on dussing
Rise it like cake in the oven
I ain't making a f**kin' muffin
Rise it I ain't making a cake
Won't buck five guys I ain't making a shake
Ying, ying, splash, do it like Gully I'm tapin' the place
You know about me two blades on my waist
No, your mates never safe
No, my snakes never safe (Never)
Ride on us are you waved?
They talk on the net and then swim 'pon pave
You don't wanna get bun in your chest like Wrays
Run, run, run when I back this blade
I love baby Nina's
Jump out dingers make 'em say Jesus (Woi woi)
Family car little seven seaters
No gates on the ride you don't wanna meet us
Trust, they ain't tryna enemy us

Rah, that's RJ on the track

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