Lyrics:
when I'm bad
I'm so, so bad
So let's dance, the last dance
Let's dance, the last dance
Let's dance, this last dance tonight
Will you be my Mr
when I'm bad
I'm so, so bad
So let's dance, the last dance
Let's dance, the last dance
Let's dance, this last dance tonight
Will you be my Mr
I-I-I-I can make your (bed rock)
Uh, the got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her, with her attractive ass
And now we
a redneck heartbreak who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned, you're just another picture to burn
sables (what?)
With matching pool tables, read the label
M.a.f.i.a, admiring my shoes by Gucci
I be eating sushi, playing with my coochie
Counting
s***
Can't f*** my ho 'cause it's levels to this b****
And I be rocking prada like a devil in this b****
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this
strangely, don't be surprised
I'm just a man who needed someone and somewhere to hide
To keep me alive, just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide to keep me alive
nigga
That's when I'm fuckin' with the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be babblin'
And oh, don'tcha like the way I roll
And play with my bushy
knot thick, I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
Yeah
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
your Memphis mouth
When I'm out in the wind
Who's a-gonna walk you side by side
And tell you everything's alright
Who's a-gonna sing to you all
sables (what?)
With matching pool tables, read the label
M.a.f.i.a, admiring my shoes by Gucci
I be eating sushi, playing with my coochie
Counting
And ask what your interests are, who you be with
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
excuse me Mr.
But I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
'Cause it's
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast, but I know
She's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years have
a disguise and hide, 'cause it'll be my fault
So don't do drugs, and do exactly as I don't
'Cause I'm bad for you
See children, drugs are bad (come on)
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
a disguise and hide, 'cause it'll be my fault
So don't do drugs, and do exactly as I don't
'Cause I'm bad for you
See children, drugs are bad (come on)
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I wanna know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by
still be at your ass firin' (brr brr)
I still call it safe, I would suck if I was umpirin'
Boy I hit the beat I just treat that shit like a diary
I'm
to start ripping
People think I'm bugging or I have the heebie-jeebies
The reason they can't find me is because they can't see me
Mr. Incognito,
Bad boy baby
Yeah, yeah
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah
Yeah, B.I.G. 2000
B.I.G. 2000 Born Again, c'mon, yeah
The weak or the strong, who got it goin'
. I-Guess-I-Overslept-And-Slept-Through-My-Alarm
Mr. Rush, be rich, hit me up, I'm just waking up
In the clutch, come through with the clutch, try me, you can touch
Never blink, never lose no
M.A.F.I.A. clique
Dressing up trying to be us (take money)
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We millionaires
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