Lyrics:
Your'e the aim if I'm a bowmen
I'm a slave and your'e a Roman
She's like cotton with no candy
She's like every bad dream
She's got no time for demanding
focused gotta take it day by day
Cause it's bad things, happening to good people
And it's good things, happening to bad people
Just know your luck gon' run
pretence of closure,
Both trapped by sensation of me in your vulva,
Still Wake up n get my job done cosa nostra
Consigliere call me to know what I'm
trick, huh
Cause I'm so bad, I can suck my own motherfucking dick
[Chorus]
"I'm so bad, I can suck my own dick"
"I'm so, I'm so bad, I can suck my
The sky falling, but I'm still flyin' through-and-through
Hey this ain't willpower, it's wheel power
When God's at the wheel, yeah that's the real power
to the side if you can, can.
Whoa, mama.
Everybody in the house do the Bartman.
I'm bad, I'm bad!
Do the Bartman.
Do the Bartman!
Everybody back
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
that Adam and his dame fell into lies that had led to the same...
Predicament, I'm grown enough now to see all of my villainous tendencies
Will I choose
to lose me
The rules we go by, where I'm from, she don't know
When I say I'm goin' around the way, she won't go
(Hell no) C'mon baby, you aight with me
to lose me
The rules we go by, where I'm from, she don't know
When I say I'm goin' around the way, she won't go
(Hell no) C'mon baby, you aight with me
know where I'm going so I'll stick around
The bottom of barrel is not that bad
I'm going feral this ain't a fad
Pass me a bottle I'm getting mad
Go in my
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
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For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
not as fun
I’m getting used to that
Been a year and I still find it hard to figure out
How to cook for only me and get the right amount
Too much pasta,
be alright
Will be alright
Everything will be alright
Will be
Growing up in a bad space black race
Only living by the grace I can't keep up with
stitches still I'm Yolo
I got million stitches still I'm Yolo
They counting on my downfall
I'm like ooh no
Haters talk
I'm all about a million more
Pretty
all the city lights
Holding on I'm sitting tight
All in all, I'm in it like
Fill up my cup, I'm enslaved by the bottle
Cop a couple pills of pop,
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
the hell you in your feelings can do bad all by myself so why the fuck I need attention being broke bad for my health I been grinding like I got children
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm
wanna play hockey
Blow a nigga brains, catch me in Abu Dhabi
I'm a Highbridge nigga from the west side
And she a bad vibe from the east side
She got
spent too much time in that place couldn’t wait to get out straight counting them days
I was down bad watching life pass by now I’m making these plays so
vision where's my path
Is it still here?
Time's passing by
And I just spectate
Where will I be?
Hope I won't be late
Where the fuck am I at
Where will I
hit your phone then you better hit me back right away
I'm still smoking and I'm riding will you smoke with me and ride away
I remember I was rock bottom
how y'all slang
Lost so many close niggas
Drunk, almost crashed, I'm going too fast
Highway patrol will just flash
Lights in my rearview
If they stop
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