Lyrics:
a million more?
I give a fuck about them niggas
Got a baby dropping and my baby momma next
I got a pistol in my tracksuit
You can see that shit bulging
Kolomental demonstration
Cos gyal you drive me crazy
The thing you do is crazy
Cos gyal you drive me crazy
The thing you do is crazy
Girl you bad I
For your kisses baby
For your love
You drive me crazy I can't get enough
I think i'm crazy, think I 'm stupid
Must of lost my mind
Wonder what
I'm hearin' noises, think she's fuckin' all my boys, can't take no more
I'm fallin' to the floor, beggin' for the Lord to let me in
To Heaven's door,
Bad boys on your block
screamin loud
Bad boys on your block
Makin guap
Bad bitches by my side
Dont fuck with thot
Bad boys can't go back
앞만 봐
Bad
We can go out on Friday nights
A pretty girl could walk on by
If you really think I'd check her out
Come on, now
You're crazy
There ain't a girl
working, honey
(And she said)
Right now
I'm hot just like an oven
(And she said)
So take me now
Boy you make me feel like I gotta dance
I gotta
We can go out on Friday nights
A pretty girl could walk on by
If you really think I'd check her out
Come on, now
You're crazy
There ain't a girl
If you sideways, she'll straighten you if needed be
And she so bad that I just can't take that bitch nowhere
She off her fifth shot, said, "Mm-mm,
movie
Or living out a good bad dream
And all them pinup girls in that tinsel world
Never touched me like she can
It took another man's wife in
line."
Then the section foreman said, "Hey! Hammer-swinger!
I see you your own hammer boy but, what all can them muscles do?" and he said,
"I can hoist
He wakes up in the morning like a newborn baby
The message on the machine says "you're driving me crazy"
His feet don't touch the ground
he can
bitches can't fade me
Plottin' but they ploys crashed
Fuckin' with the midst of my comrades
(Comrades) you must be so so crazy
Bitch, I'll beat your boy bad
Joan said something:
"Don't feel too bad being weird"
She said she and Bobby adieu
Were going home again
'Cause everyone around here is crazy
no, no" (no way)
Spanish girl, she always tryna get my pesos (woo)
You can't get no money, you don't get no dough-dough (dough)
She want all that
ain't she? We'll let her wash off in the water
And me and you can play by ourselves, can't we?
Just the two of us, just the two of us
And when we
She just wantedå¼o flow
An you can tell by the paint on her face
She's all made-up for the need
To trade in some emptied out places
For some speeeeeeed
at all
Uuuuuh Uuuuuh
And when she walks she walks with passion
When she talks, she talks like she can handle it
When she asks for something boy she means
walks she walks with passion (oh)
When she talks, she talks like she can handle it (oh)
When she asks for something, boy, she means it (oh)
Even if you
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
twenty in the hills when she lonely
She said, "Twenty, do you want to fuck my homie?"
All my bitches bad, and they ain't got no stomach
Gucci jacket,
a
Benz if it's class C uh, she don't even care
She said them good girls need a bad boy
So I made that my career
And she ain't got no fears
She makes it
you can't touch it
If you touch it
I'ma start some drama
You don't want no drama
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand, boy
that, in this country town
The facts are black and white when she threw her arms around me
I went ......... crazy
We danced the hoochie-coochie,
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