Lyrics:
12th of February 1982, If I said that
already, too f'king bad! Ah, it was first released, as I said, whenever it was, featuring Bruce on vocals. Now
who know me
Very well are like
"Are you sure you're ok?" But I
Really am i've never been
This happy i'm so proud of
This album i'm proud
Of myself and I
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
scam us we go kill their morale
You want me to order you shoes but I call you up, you dey use me catch cruise (na scam)
You wan to see me so bad you wan
of us
Find that life ain't beautiful
We switch to
Pharmaceuticals
Your nine to five
Ain't suitable
For the cuticles
I'm going bad
Currently I keep
brain
This is thug life baby I bet this dick will drive you crazy
Hot sex in the Mercedes
Who's next to try to play me
I tote techs and make babies by
out, I gotta get this money
'fore we even fuck
I guess I'm givin' you the warnin'
I might leave you down bad
Call that shit titanic
Ayy, it's titanic,
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
Late night, all alone by myself, glass of wine drink by myself
Think of this line how should I tell
Try not to be too hard sell, I cannot help but
and get the Bubba shrimp
Back the tougher shit. What a wimp
You giant Goliath. Niggas get shot with a rubber sling
I'm an experiment gone bad.
My
whores don’t know what’s hell, shit
They don’t know how to work, they just twerk
They just make a man work for them
I don’t have a lot of albums, in
Fact I
and ditch it
Kitchen whipping and flip it raw
Get it all off the kitchen floor
My bad is my bad, the baddest ask me
What I'm b****ing for
What I
’m aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
straight for two months with a buzz
My brain's gone, my soul's worn, and my spirit is torn
The rest of my body's still bein' operated on
I'm ducked
straight for two months with a buzz
My brain's gone, my soul's worn, and my spirit is torn
The rest of my body's still bein' operated on
I'm ducked
shinin through my rearview watchin, 'cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted,as I pass by watchin I relax 'cause I'm home now, had
'm going out my brain and I'm giving you
pain like getting choked from a chain
Bloodstained drug by trade through rugged terrain
The crash into the main
the check not one of them checked me
Next album you are gonna resent me
So called bad boys, 'til they see bad boys
Bad enough everyone here except me
problem solved
I hate tuv to death, id run him over with a dump truck
He makes bad music and hes also a dumb fuck
He apologize but really i am dead inside
I'm the bad guy
And I'm gonna be the best damn bad guy that I can be
Look around and you'll notice that
I'm surrounded by soldiers
Them other
that's what my cousin Meechie say
But we could pull about five, I'm talkin' five, that's just by either way
Five million for my album, that's an easy
a hold of your brain
Bad habits, Bad habits
When my time comes, I'll go out with a bang
I got problems that I don't tell many, talk about bad habits
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
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