Lyrics:
A memba se man bin bad off
A memba se
Memba days man bin bad off
A nak mi sup ɛn mi jollof
A nak mi bebi na mi parlor
A nak am de, nak am de pɔdɔ
A memba se
My bad, my bad
I turned a good girl to superbad
This pretty young thing's a freak
I know you're mad but that's just too bad
Come on
And if you're
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I never said I don't like religion, I just don't like TV
You say I got a bad attitude, around you that comes naturally
her coffee at home, she said the diner's got a bad taste
After it all goes down
I told her I don't know what she's talking about, it always tastes that
and it pays by the week
I provide a service and it's paid by the weak
And I'll provide a service til my broken bed won't creak
Coat-hangers and
Party
(Bad girl bring ya bumpa round town now, now)
Oh, yeah
It's ForMula
She told me that she can't have relations
I guess she wanna keep it in rotation
everybody
I can do bad by myself
And I don't plan to trust nobody
I just wanna fuck and party
We just wanna party
Do you wanna vibe with me
Is you really
She looking out cuz she wanna see the stars on the roof
Bad boys never need to show the proof
It's all fire when I'm coming out the booth
That's true
cars
I gave a bad bitch a head start
I'm feeling like I'm in the nascar
Pussy taste so sweet, Martini Pornstar
I'll probably never make it as a rap star
Come on let’s begin
Taste the water once again
I got sugar shakes
I can not pretend
Our bodies melt
To a sweetness that we’ve never felt
Still feel
(Gap Boy on the beat told me any beat you want)
La, I need a vacation by the lake
Pussy in my face while she ask me how it taste
All these fishes
the grossest
Got bad taste, if you haven't noticed
I made mistakes, but never made atonement.
I am no saint I'll never make that claim
I'm probably
burned by your ego
Oh karma came & told you so
I don't have to prove that you're a bad guy
Did it yourself
Wrecked your health with the taste of your
Bad bitch never basic yuh
Her lips can I taste it yuh
Ride me like mercedes yuh
In the back seat of mercedes love
With her top dropped like it
stacks
Ain’t hit the phase where i gotta count that
Need my money with no doubt
Im bout take it all up to the bad mode
Oh.. Fuck you mean why im looking
Bad bitch in a foreign car
Now she says she wanna be my star
I'm a hood nigga I can't fall
That's why I keep the 40 by my drawers
Bad bitch in
As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they
heart has been drained
By the shadow in the waiting room
When all the lies that you're told
Taste like honey and gold
And all the love from your heart has
Fill our bellies and we fill our lungs.
We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues.
Darling the spirit is kicking,
Don't be fooled by
of MeatShakes, man"
"I'd love to taste the secret"
"Lunch break, only got a half an hour
Gotta get something in my system, I go to MeatShake"
"Eat
They say this shit got a bad taste on it
Shot the text, he wan' hit on the waist
Northside, pullin' up in the H (I'm in that)
Where you at? (I'm
taste her on my tongue every single day
Where I'm from it's legalized, but I miss it as a crime
These minutes feel precious to my life
So imma roll it up
Veuve Cliqout pour champagne out on a island
You know how I eat though exquisite taste Italian dining
Wanna see more don't you slip cause they been
Life is especially hard
When no one trusts you with a credit card
I love the taste of cereal
I have it for almost every meal
Five people to a tea
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