Представляем точный текст композиции "Its All Bad" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jugga The Bully . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Its All Bad» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jugga The Bully передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jugga The Bully - "Its All Bad"
Lyrics to Its All Bad : [HOOK] Empty ya pocketbook hand over ya wallet I got financial problems your money can solve-quick Ive exhausted every option for me its all-bad Since I dont got what I want Ill take what yall-have Its hard to admire those folks who got-it-made Im in an optic-haze thats why the pot-get-blazed Busy concoctin-ways to get my pockets-paid To hell with legitimate moves that topics-played Shots-get-sprayed due to extended frustration Facin humiliation, plus-hatin Fukk-waitin negativity scarred-my-surface My mouth needs washing out disregard-the-curses And though God-and-Church-is common knowledge-to-me And I got a college-degree I need dollars-to-flee Away from harms-mockery and this darn-poverty Armed-robbery would fit best with my charm-probably Left the bar-wobbly hopped in my car-sloppily Headed to the bank to withdraw yalls-property Its all-gotta-be planned out to the decimal Fukk that...Ill do it on the fly unprofessional Dont ask no-questions-hoe just fill-the-sack-up If you touch that panic button you will-be-clapped-slut This is really-bad-but Im clean-outta-options When one idiot began to scream-out-I-shot-him [HOOK] Now what started out as robbery is now murder-first I grabbed the teller and vowed aloud Id hurt-her-worse Told every woman in the bank lobby invert-her-purse Taking advantage of my perks lookin up skirts-perverse Had to pistol whip a clerk...someone nurse-the-jerk You can either leave on foot or be dispersed-in-dirt Any hearse-would-work so you encased-in transportation Agitation could mean emancipation cancellation Brooding ramifications which is including shootings Cuz Im trying to come up like the Rodney King lootings My situations not improving still wont-surrender-shit I got a goal...only thing is I dont-remember-it They prolly think Ive masterminded some crime-syndicate And since I killed that man they wont believe Im-innocent Now that Im-in-this-shit I might as well profit-by-this Yall must meet my demands for me to end this hostage-crisis The cops-from-vice-is set up with cocked Glock-devices Plus they got-advisors from the Feds to stop-demises I know they got-surprises I see the snipers-stationed I moved the hostages into the vault for isolation Picked up the phone and told my ransom price-to-Jake-then Explainin they have until around midnight-for-payment Or else these folk gon be beat down like-enslavement And Imma blast any candy ass who tries-to-save-them [HOOK] Its-critical this-criminal action is despicable But irresistible since I cannot exist-predictable Withdraw ya principle take it with me when my chopper-comes I gotta-run makin sure my bag is stuffed with lotsa-funds Must achieve the optimum-score Im even pickin-up Singles I dropped-on-the-floor...heard a knock-on-the-door Now Im cockin-the-four pound "Is my helicopter-fueled-up'" "Is anyone there hurt'" "Yeah tell-the-doctor-two-but... They aint leavin until Im out the snipers-range And hurry with my weed and clothes Id like-to-change" I knew the type-of-games they played...stallin-for-that-stuff Callin-for-back-up to put holes all-in-my-fat-butt I bust a couple shots and so now they fallin-back-but My ammunition's limited and they started sparkin-gats-up Those marksmans-bad-luck translated to good-fortune They missed me I licked-three more captives to-force-them To gimme mine now that my body count-is-five I doubt-that-Ive got a chance to make it out-alive If I survive Ill be executed no life-imprisonment So I cocked the nine and asked for my-deliverance I tried-considerin if my top would not-have-blew-off But now my main concern is exiting on top-the-roof-loft I shot-a-few-off flipped off the cops-and-flew-off Then disappeared in North Cack like Im Eric Robert-Rudolph [HOOK] [ Its All Bad Lyrics ]
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