Lyrics:
(Young Boy) Dear god, I don’t know if you’re really real? Because mom and stepdad say that you’re total hogwash. But if you’re real, and I believe
gon' see me at night
Hoe, you know I'm a motherfucking star, bitch (bling)
How I know you ain't from where I'm from?
'Cause you know you can't go
you with them?
Rude boy, mind where you tread, that's thin ice
I see my yute through the lens, that's fish-eye
Believe no truth in your rep,
Yea i up next, hear i up next
In these streets best you stick and move
I's a shooter by the oath
Two bad bitches I can't pick and choose like fuck
You can catch me ridin' in that foreign thang
Foreign bad bitch
I can't e'en pronounce her name
Talkin' numbers on the phone
While I'm getting brain
the remix
Now if u walk up in the club with a bad chick and she lookin' at me
Then I'm gon hit
Man jackin' for chicks
I tried to quit
But I'm playa homie
So I
adolescent
Can't remember the last time i had time to catch a reverend
I call on god and tend to lose signal from bad connection
I had some lessons that was
Needa free my dawg never told them folks anything
Niggas some Finna Be's
What that mean
Say he was finna be shooting
You had yo glizzy boy why you ain't
scorching hot
Run the block
Been on 2 Pac
Stay away my mood shot
I'm nice you not
Wipe your nose
I'm sick
Flu shot
Bad girl and I'm making her boobs knock
price
Ima bad boy
Fuck them niggas for life
Yeah Fuck em
Fuck them niggas for life
Aye
Fuck you niggas
Ima get it
Cause I’m so committed
Middle
can't believe, everything she said was a lie
She got a lot of bitch in her but not more than you
I never underestimate - what y'all boys'll do!
(Bitch!)
August Gold
You niggas already know what it is
(Chuckles)
Yeah
Kazie
Breed Mafia
Niggas sayin' we like the westside "Bad Boys" or some shit
Got
If I see you, I don't fuck with you
Gon' act I don't know you
Got some niggas in the city
Tryna figure me out
If it ain't about no paper
Ain't no
by
And personally say thank you
You're making me good money i'm
Making you good money
T notices Harley
You're lucky man you got a bad bitch
Oh, that
grasp what each other goes through
Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
Pull up
style, my style that they use. But I'll spin any guy when I rhyme in That booth
That's my style, think you're a bad Boy? Try smile
I'll slap that cheek in
clearer to see
You not a goblin Goodz it's about a dollar
Niggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, niggas can't be
in first place no way am I placin last
If you doubted man, how you feel now? Dem words you said better take it back
Dem boy dere broke cah dem boy
a nigga bleep twice, then I'm lining y'all
But since you can't see my face
I'm not lying to y'all
Start the beef and I push the line
Diamond Lane, I'm from
pleas now, it ain't a secret
Trying to be niggas you can't even speak with
You can't run, you can't hide
Bad Boy 'till the day we die
Tell they all
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a)
[Verse 4: R. Kelly]
It's the remix
Now if you walk up in the club
With a bad chick
And she's looking at me
Then I'm gonna
York, yeah
(Watcha gon' do when they come for you?) Bad Boy, Bad Boy yeah
(You'll see) Unstoppable
(You'll see) Unstoppable
Big blunts and grass,
the word of god on instrumentals whoa
I eat a soy burger wit ginger beer but no hellmanns
Get stupid on the mic you cant rhyme like the dumbest
Been gone
Yeah
The Remix
I know I'm destined to win
And you are too
I'm inspired too
By You and You
Right
Aye
Uh
Woke up and I started my day, now I'm feeling
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