Lyrics:
Continuously to git (git money)
You can be as good as the best of them
but as bad as the worst
so don't test me (get money)
You better move over (get money)
city knowin dats my lil bro
Him an savage they wit all the static real villians out that z double o
Archie Jeeter Dreko and Maccin real Bissell boys
fucking island
Drag me out into the moonlight
Where the wall is all around
The good men are all in their bed
The undead are all underground
Walk through
the F is for FEMA
Sick nigga, bitch, I spit that leukemia (bitch)
Yeah, no cure, no help
So me, so good, so hard, so felt
Feel me
And that's just
Baby, now the F is for FEMA
Sick nigga, bitch, I spit that leukemia (bitch)
Yeah, no cure, no help
So me, so good, so hard, so felt
Feel me
Trying to get you in my nest I’m not
Sugar grain sugar cube its all the same down that tube
You taste that good in the early stage
Then you rot the lot you
bad bad
Tell them I'm back
Tell them I'm back
Tell them I'm bad bad bad bad
Good kid mad city
You know I'm back just to murder this shit
Make sure that
on my fuckin' head
Streets full of traffic, drive on sidewalks, that's my habits
[Chorus]
Mental case, mental case
(Man, he be likin' campbell's
Intro/Chorus:
"Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks" ---> KRS-One
"Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this"
"It's like that y'all, you
Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc's
From Brainslane down to Hempstead
Yes 'Quence, see over
His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler Cordoba
I'm wilder then
Brrr
Brrr
Days when you're bad then you're bad then you're good
Days when you're bad then you're bad then you're swell
Days when you're bad then
place (yo, did she sit on your face)
She was so good just like uh, Campbell's soup
I won't try to front so here's the rude scoop
I dipped it and I
Hits Man
She Make Me feel Good and Thats Why Me A sing This
One Gyal You Bad and You a You Me a wan
Chrous:
Baby Me Energy Me Energyyyy Me
To grow that cornwall gold
Locals buy his whiskey
Keep the pigs clear of his farm
He spreads the deals around
To keep the natives calm
Down by Campbells
don't hold it, lovin' that potent
I'm drinkin' and smokin', it still got me goin'
These bad hoes is gruntin', their booties is pokin'
Out them little
Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys?
Hey yo boo, why do (good girls) like bad guys?
Knowin' that bad guys tell mad lies?
(And why
Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys?
Hey yo boo, why do (good girls) like bad guys?
Knowin' that bad guys tell mad lies?
(And why
Say that shit again
Puts me in bad mood
I know that I'm good
Today I wore my work shirt
Tonight I wear my hood
Yo this ain't no accident
No
Archie Lee don't play by my name
Woo-hoo, baby, don't reach for my chain
Got a new Glock, so I hit the range
Lil' bad bitch, she from out of the States
Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc's
From Brainslane down to Hempstead
Yes 'Quence, see over
His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler Cordoba
I'm wilder then
mmm good like Campbell's
She can't change the channel
Live with no regret
Get yo own success
Ain't got time to stress
Too much life I'm blessed
Yeah man, I'mma get me a boat
I'ma Ride that bad boy down Nostradamus, man
Let it roll, coming at waves
Let it roll, coming at waves
Let it
and thinned
The good old Indian army was a fact
That famous monumental man
The Officer and Gentleman
Can still recall the glories of Bombay or Katmandu
In
Vitamin D guaranteed I beat it black and blue
Energized by your personality it's true
That wet wet is some kind of voodoo
Now Shawty got me Eat'n Good
She
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