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DJ Durel - Bad Moves (Audio) ft. Quavo, Rich The Kid
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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

[Verse 1]
(DJ Durel!)
[Verse 2]
She don't even love me, she just like me 'cause I'm bad
I was in the 'Rari pulling off, I made 'em mad (Skrrt)
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
[Verse 3]
Bad boy, I'm so fucking bad, I was cutting class
Bad, bad, ain't no hall pass, I was trapping gas
I might shoot (I might shoot)
I was riding 'round Miami with no roof ('Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexing in the coupe
[Verse 4]
Got a chopper and it's brand new, brand new
Got a bitch and she bad too, bad too
I'm in MIA (MIA)
Rolls Royce or the Lamb', what we gon' ride today? (Skrrt)
I'm a bad boy, run up, you might get blown away
[Verse 5]
Making bag moves (Money!)
Bad moves
Bad bitches, like 'em bad too (Bad)
Bad too
Get that bag today (Uh)
We the hottest in the city, don't try to ride the wave (No)
Young **** taking over, they some bad babies (Quavo)
[Verse 6]
She don't even love me, she just like me 'cause I'm bad
I was in the 'Rari pulling off, I made 'em mad (Skrrt)
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
[Verse 7]
Bad boy, I'm so fucking bad, I was cutting class
Bad, bad, ain't no hall pass, I was trapping gas
I might shoot (I might shoot)
I was riding 'round Miami with no roof ('Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexing in the coupe (Woo, Quavo)
[Verse 8]
Fifty thousand, I'ma flex in all hunnids (Fifty)
I'm so bad, Michael Jackson owe me money (Hee-hee)
I'm so bad, Ali couldn't touch me (Ali)
I'm so bad, I flew a bad bitch out the country (Bad, bad)
[Verse 9]
Say I love you, I was lying, 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 waiting on a bad day
[Verse 10]
She don't even love me, she just like me 'cause I'm bad
I was in the 'Rari pulling off, I made 'em mad (Skrrt)
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
[Verse 11]
Bad boy, I'm so fucking bad, I was cutting class
Bad, bad, ain't no hall pass, I was trapping gas
I might shoot (I might shoot)
I was riding 'round Miami with no roof ('Round Miami)
Bad boy, pull up flexing in the coupe (Bad boy)
Written by: Daryl McPherson, Ian Lewis, Quavious Marshall, Rich The Kid, Westen Broek Weiss
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