Lyrics:
you want boy
Oh baby I put you on
So come and get a taste of this, come and get a taste of this
Come and get a taste of this, ice cream, ice cream
It
Don't mind me baby, heh
We takin' over summer
Young Gifted, haha
Let's take it home, champ
Ayy, ayy, look
Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah
is back in town
So Imma stick around
She got me on the ground
Cause she's a bad bad baby
She's bad bad baby
Bad girl !
But I love her yeah she's a bad
smoke tank
Rap terror whore crow and terror, true
Fly by the rivers but this is conspicuous
Bad Boys slipped in ninety-five ridiculous
My rap's rhymes
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
easy
Listen, through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
And we turnin' bad boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggas in
human pedigree awaits your first-born boy, baby
And my face on every coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved
My own flag is forever waved by
We're gonna get outta here if we gotta ride a Greyhound bus
Boy, we're bound to outrun the bad luck that's tailin' us
Heads, Carolina tails,
[instrumental]
**repeat
I'm in your town, won't fool around
I'll make some action stick
Just like the story says, these boys are bad
So keep out
as a bad, bad day?
Oh baby, even if there was i wouldn't believe it anyway
One poison, two poison, three boys and it's not known for sure
It's just
Unemployment said I got no more checks
And they showed me to the hall
My brother died in Georgia some time ago
I got no one left to call
Summer wasn't bad
I'm the hottest nigga from the sky to the ground
If you aint know it bet you know it by now
Yeah I been around
Where you boys not allowed
Been a menace
way, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm her baby (I'm her baby), yeah
We did it sixty-eight for sixty-nine, yeah (get it)
Yes, I'm her baby, yeah (let's go)
We
the word I'ma put it on ya
You can say you touched the president, Cerock Obama
I'm a bad boy and that's what bad boys do
Black ice, black coop, black cars
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
I love the way you're talking
I'm loving what you're doing boy
I don't fall easy often
I've never had a love like you before
I like you, put
I know, I know, Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father
Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions
What it be like up there baby boy,
Aye this
when I'm gone?
I say rockabye, rockabye, rockabye baby
Shotta boy, shotta boy, shotta go crazy
Me nuh play games, so please don't play me
Look
the Suave House (Bad Boy)
Representing (no doubt, baby)
Put a little soul in here
And we don't stop
No one has to ask who be actin' bad
Eightball
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don't touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow
Of ending it all
Well I've been busy so busy
Bad things on my mind
They say I've got good luck
Well I'm your good luck sorta guy
I've been raised by
I know, I know, Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father
Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions
What it be like up there baby boy,
Aye this
stand
(I'm a man) Am I by
(I'm a man) I'm your slave
(I'm a man) I'm a little girl when we make love together
Hey, hey, hey
Jude, don't make it bad
Take
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