Lyrics:
baby mom
If it's smoke, I'ma see you, I won't at you
Free my niggas who life is determined by the gavel
Fruity fully loaded, B.B. Simon, belt dazzle
with a whole new hatred for blondes
But bias? I hate all bi-es the same baby, come on
Excuse the pun, but bi- is such a broad statement
And I am
Here's what I found on the web for, "What is the plural of goliath?": Goliaths
Oh, we're Goliaths, baby boy
Kirk Gibson's a pariah, baby boy
I work
luck
Like ahuh yeu yeu get hit by a truck
Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl
Throw her in a sandwich
Just a young boy doing grown man shit
I know you tired of heart break
Baby, I am not them
And it's not my fault I
Live the way that I am
Yeah, I remember when they said I would be
care
I'm all in
All into you
Baby gimme one chance whatever you do
I'm a bad boy
Yeah I'm a bad boy
I'm a bad boy
The only thing I want is lovin' from
really doing bad,
He think he really getting money, boy not that's not a bag,
My youngin on a roxy (Rocsi) think he hosting 106,
I been looking at a hawk,
and it won't stop
Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking, bitch
Now back to the subject, my boy MC
Whatever you say, you can't
I ride by, when I ride by
New kicks, new sneaks, fresh as fuck on the beach
Bad bitch, Georgia peach, turn a nerd to a freak
Make a nigga rest in
them man envy
I'm done with being too friendly
I'm living in your head so rent free
Bad B telling me to put it in gently
Since when he grew wings like
to play games, I know that I be capping
Nothing but a bad boy, just another sad bitch
And I'm sorry if you thinking I'm a savage
Baby you can blame it
life
Who can put it down so gangsta
From your head down to your Air Force 1's
(From your head to your toes)
Boy, you know you just so gangsta
My baby
Stories
Black ninety-nine
Life Stories
I'm here; 1999, baby, it's on
I think I'm about to feel something here
We here, baby
Bad Boy
Bad Boy
really loved by you
Like a soul boy
Won´t you be my soul boy
Take me as I am
I´ve had enough of bad dreams
And one-night-stand baby
I just want
Boy there's something special about you
The way you touch me
Makes me think of what I'd do
If we were alone
Baby boy I'm all in
Got my heartbeat in
see that
His childhood was gone
A class clown joker always looking for fun
A drinking smoker with a baby boy
He only had one and he is his father's son
Yeah, uh (shoo)
When the door got closed, I ain't feel too bad
I'ma run mine up, I'ma have some stashed
Now you in a broad purse, boy you goin' out
want her, In my backseat
By the time I hit her G-Spot, We sexin' on that Broad Street!!
Cruzin on Guignard, Riding in a Drop Top, Baby sitting next to me
(Calm down, I'll just call Robert)
Mm, baby, can you be my bitch? My M, my shawty, lil' mami, my twin
Baby, we could get real rich, you're forever
If a nigga want some problems, We can cause a scene
Thinking that you fucking with me, Boy you funny like a meme (aye)
Funny like a meme (aye), Boy you
Whip bad, bitch bad
So I'm all good
Long day, long dabs
So I'm all good
They tryna tell me sin is bad
But I'm all good
I'm all good
We all good
(Di Genius)
Long time since I felt this way
Come by, baby, swing my way
And put your hands all around my waist
C'mon let me show you what it
the nine two times
With a machine no gym
Tryna put him in the sky
Make an opp boy fly
Get whacked by mine
Where them at, where them be, where
Plus I'mma Bad Boy, I'm more like a bad man
Put mo' nigga's in pits than Brad, man
Can't dodge bullets? Too bad, man
Shit, I'd a copped
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