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Bad Moves (feat. Quavo & Rich The Kid)

DJ Durel

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DJ Durel - Bad Moves (feat. Quavo, Rich The Kid) | Bad Boys For Life OST
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Lewis
Ian Lewis
Songwriter
Daryl McPherson
Daryl McPherson
Songwriter
Dmitri Roger
Dmitri Roger
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Producer
Quavo
Quavo
Producer
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Producer

Lyrics

Bad moves Trap, I might shoot In Miami DJ Durel! She don't even love me, she just like me 'cause I'm bad I was in the 'Rari pullin' off, I made 'em mad If they try to pull me over, I'ma do the dash If she give me top Then I might fuck her on the corner Bad boy, I'm so fuckin' bad, I was cuttin' class Bad, bad, ain't no hall pass, I was trappin' gas I might shoot I was ridin' 'round Miami with no roof Bad boy, pull up flexin' in the couple Got a coupe and it's brand new, brand new Got a bitch and she bad too, bad too I'm in MIA, Rolex and the Lamb', what we gon' ride today? I'm a bad boy, run up, you might get blown away Makin' bad moves, bad moves Bad bitches like 'em bad too, bad too We the hottest in the city, don't try to ride the wave Young niggas takin' over, they some bad babies She don't even love me, she just like me 'cause I'm bad I was in the 'Rari pullin' off, I made 'em mad If they try to pull me over, I'ma do the dash If she give me top Then I might fuck her on the corner Bad boy, I'm so fuckin' bad, I was cuttin' class Bad, bad, ain't no hall pass, I was trappin' gas I might shoot I was ridin' 'round Miami with no roof Bad boy, pull up flexin' in the couple Woo, Quavo Fifty thousand, I'ma flex in all hunnids I'm so bad, Michael Jackson owe me money I'm so bad, Aaliyah couldn't touch me I'm so bad, I flew a bad bitch out the country Say, "I love you", I was lyin', that was yesterday Pocket rocket in the club but that's the only way If I know that I won't win then I won't even play I'm so bad that I was waitin' on a bad day She don't even love me, she just like me 'cause I'm bad I was in the 'Rari pullin' off, I made 'em mad If they try to pull me over, I'ma do the dash If she give me top Then I might fuck her on the corner Bad boy, I'm so fuckin' bad, I was cuttin' class Bad, bad, ain't no hall pass, I was trappin' gas I might shoot I was ridin' 'round Miami with no roof Bad boy, pull up flexin' in the couple
Writer(s): Ian Lewis, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Daryl Mcpherson, Westen Broek Weiss Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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