Bad Like We (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Wiley] Uh Ah jus so wi a ride deh deh Ayo, Wiley, yo I heard you called for the queen [Chorus: Wiley] Them have a style but them nah bad like ah we Them have a song but them nah bad like ah we When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we [Verse 1: Wiley] Old time, someting come back again If you have a start, then you must have a end None a dem ever coulda tеst wid di pen My pen's the еquivalent to the leng Bare vibes, manaman ah send them again Five plus five, that equal to ten Yuh know seh MC Wiley have 'nuff girlfriend (Know seh MC Wiley have 'nuff girlfriend) When mi ride pon di riddim, that's ten outta ten 'Nuff a dem a scared, dem nuh step out again Mi seh, all a mi dawg dem, mi step out fi dem Mi seh, all a mi dawg dem, mi step out fi dem, yo [Chorus: Wiley] Them have a style but them nah bad like ah we Them have a song but them nah bad like ah we When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we, yo Them have a ting but them nah bad like ah we Them have a lyric, them nah bad like ah we When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Yo, dem have a ting but dem nah bad like ah me True mi hole stay tight and it wet like di sea True mi buss whine an' mi just bounce 'pon di D, uh Dem have a ting but dem nah bad like a me, uh Listen to me, stop fuckin' with me Put a baggie on yo head, yeah, be fuckin' deceased When I'm in the UK, real baddies with me Who wanna get busy? Drop addies for me, uh But anyway, let me switch up di flow My Fendi collection ah switch up yuh glow I pull up in somethin' just came outta the car show My titties and my ass got these niggas on go Oh, no, dem haffi respect the queen 'Cause me and Wiley a guh mash up di scene Oh, no, dem haffi respect we And then dem haffi know seh dem nuh bad like we [Chorus: Wiley] Them have a style but them nah bad like ah we Them have a song but them nah bad like ah we When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we, yo Them have a ting but them nah bad like ah we Them have a lyric, them nah bad like ah we When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we [Verse 3: Dyo & Popcaan] Boy, you know that you the truth You ain't got nothing to prove They ain't got nothing on you, you When you look into my eyes Not a ting gon' maximize Love it when we improvise-ise See the way you ride in the bassline (Weh) Better put your hands on my waistline (Yuh think we ramp?) Know the body bad, it's a big crime-ime (Weh) [Verse 4: Popcaan] Mi a real badman, so mi want a bad gyal too A nuh just birthday she will blow candle Whine up yuh sexy body inna di best angle (Woii yoii) Baby, yuh doh shape like no rectangle Badman ah London, nuh bwoy cyaan manhandle Wiley lift up the piece a Eagle weh triangle When you see E5 and Peckham outside Anyweh di killy go, di piece a iron go Pull up ah Wembley, bare gyal a assembly (Weh) Mi money tall, full suit a Fendi (Trouble) Gyal a cock it up fi di boss, attempt mi Mi pull up wid a Megatron, clean and trendy [Chorus: Wiley] Them have a style but them nah bad like ah we Them have a song but them nah bad like ah we When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we, yo Them have a ting but them nah bad like ah we Them have a lyric, them nah bad like ah we When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we