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motivates and she elevates
She phenomenal, she motivates and she elevates
She phenomenal, she motivates and she elevates
(She badder than bad)

My girl, roll
chatter, it really don't matter
I'm too cold to hold and badder than the Mad Hatter
I'm a basketcase like the man with the chainsaw
Underground sounds
and you

B-b-b-b-bet I am
All of them b****es I'm badder than
Mansions in Malibu, Babylon
But I never mention everything I dabble in
And I always ride slow
and you

B-b-b-b-bet I am
All of them bitches I'm badder than
Mansions in Malibu, Babylon
But I never mention everything I dabble in
And I always ride slow
and back
That's why you're bad as fuck and you 

B-b-b-b-bet I am
All of them bitches I'm badder than
Mansions in Malibu, Babylon
But I never mention
and back
That's why you're bad as fuck and you 

B-b-b-b-bet I am
All of them bitches I'm badder than
Mansions in Malibu, Babylon
But I never mention
I'm just too hot to touch you know I'm the law
I smoke about million pounds of dutch and say what
Shortie keep yakking it up and on the low
I
some Hatians
She got good head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
By the time
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm gone, don't know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm gone, don't know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm gone, don't know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm gone, don't know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in
some Hatians
She got good head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
By the time
Daddy]
I just might have to toss this nine
Across your mind
Across that line
I'm running straight up in your mammy's house by mine
Puttin' this fire
what that is than you’ve got some steps to catch me
Hipster pac with odds against me, obviously i’m relentless
Common sense should tell you that
You
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city 
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that