Lyrics:
Trying to treat me like a villain
Whoa
Who is kidding!?
Bitch we like Dennis the menace, yeah
Should I keep it or leave it
Billy Jean... Michael Jackson
serious, Kuumbaya
On a mountain Satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah
You can't search me without probable cause
Or that proper ammunition they call
It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered
By the bullet of bad the singer of sad
Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
so much, why don't you do just a little?
Boy, what a cad, I guess we shouldn't treat him bad
In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like
A case
better my rhymes
Throw down in the kitchen, might need better then moms
Wake me up with some head, ain't no better alarm
Move in by myself, a force when
I'll be here , yeah, oh)
By your side (oh)
To protect you and to love you and to be with you for life (yeah)
Come on home to me Charlene
She knows
Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
When I was very young
My daddy took me on his knees
Son, there some things I wanna learn you
Before you get away from me
Don't let nobody boss
the kind that just never seems to win
I had a woman guess every man does
And every man thinks his is the best mine was
Stuck by me through thick
dream in my pocket
Ball like dennis rodman
Top shelf i be coppin
Got a pocket rocket
Step up i’m a pop it
Choppa do the sweeping
Loud pack leave me
drop 91 shots on em Dennis rodman
I'm taking off like a rocket bad bitch with me she was look of pocket
Pull up with my Demon's get it popping
We drop 91
tryna grind on daily day
It's clear to me that you nigga don't
Lose a pack watch me get it back
Hustle hard til I get a rack
Nino Brown it's the New Jack
I am a beast
I am a menace
Wondering why
They aint calling me dennis
Got racks and a chain
No dent in my pocket
Believe in your eyes
They still in
Oh oh oh
Been inspired by the silence in my mind
Bad vibes side-lined
If you love me you'll treat me right
Treat me right yeah
Been inspired by
Because your bad of the heart
How could you be so cruel
You treat me like a fool
After all I did for you
You cut me like a blade
My trust
give me alibies
Tell me you love me and don't let me cry
Say anything but don't say goodbye
I didn't mean to treat you bad
Didn't know just what I had
transform that to a half a man, Afghanistan
You wouldn't understand how I'm really living
I had it bad when I went to prison
Chris Brown diamonds won't
freak, freak
I keep a bad bitch with me seven days out the week, week, week
And all that we ever do is play in the sheets, sheets, sheets
Smoke us
(designer, designer)
My bitches all bad (bitches all bad)
They kicking nigga doors (woohoo!)
I do it by myself (do it by myself)
I split it with the bro's
I wish they leave me alone yo
This was predicted not self-inflicted
By the rapp outta the 'hood
They picked it good
bring you wealth
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby
Last time was the last time
Yeah
That
freak, freak
I keep a bad bitch with me seven days out the week, week, week
And all that we ever do is play in the sheets, sheets, sheets
Smoke us
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