Lyrics:
the dash
Beat the pussy up, till it's blue black
I don't cap, only speak true facts
Talking shit, yeah get your tooth cracked
Why you talking shit, you don't
the bitches bad and a lil sadiddy
I hit the club and blow a bag I'm just repping my city
You could tell how I talk Dade County when I walk
When I step up in
a brand new Benz
Shoot and we clap back, you not about that
Lil boy like a cop he snitch to the feds
Mansion with a car bitch, I don't like to talk shit,
on my second birthday I was that n***a
That they couldn’t hold a candle too
I look back and I began to realize
Its a blessing that you not by my side no
and what ya know
You ain't do neighthen I never said that you sucked
All I was saying is the day I get signed by a major
They better be paying see I was sent
in session
To bad I laughed at your lesson
I was the superintendent
I wasn't the least bit offended
Fun while lasted
You lambasted that gyal
Only
look up to me
If you looking for me
I'm as good as can be
Or I'm pushing cds
While I'm pulling the weed
Still I never be lacking tho
Bheezie just hit me
million, I want it thin in all blues
They say we don't ever see them we just hear them by his voice
I play the background nigga so that's ya only fucking
better get it if you ain't ready for war
Ain't no gangsta but boy I'm a psychopath
Fuck with the family and a nigga gon' get it bad
Throwing a tantrum
Yeah, it's your boy Fatman in the dis bihh man
Yeah, ayy, let's do it
How many hoes finna ride up on this sleigh, yeah
How many hoes finna ride up
And we way past getting by
If I ever look her in her eyes
Tell her bye
Analyzing how I lost
I'm never asking why
If they ever show you they true colors
Ay it's your boy
Ay Flamez I told you I got you
Lemon Pepper
Bad ass bitches back to back to back to back
Said they ain't fucking with kid imagine
bad wearing damn Shrek crocs
and you know we're rising to the top
Screw Boot boy, this is J.J.B
Ice on my wrist cause I'm on fleek
Gold on my neck
pit
Look at that chain, yeah it drip like a faucet
Bad bitch lookin' fine, You know im tryna taste her
Fuck for the night, then call on her later
Check
you outside
This for any nigga that's trynna slide
Boy, I ain't no rookie, only a pussy
Ass lil' nigga, get nine lives
You better move tact in
Runnin' round the East End screaming, "Oi, oi, oi"
Hope this bad luck ain't left lad's soul destroyed
I know my mate George is blinded by grief
I know
to a pantomime than listen to you rap
Bad boy Puff daddy
冰
块放进
double
白
兰地里
Ice in double brandy
娱乐行业接受我的洗礼
The entertainment industry get baptized by me
A F G K
a punk
Only bad when them drunk
We baan sick and there's no curing
Them have the badness a promote it
Them have duppy story
No news nuh talk 'bout it
Wi
they only want you for wealth
Oops my bad, I'm wrong, I mean stability
Who you're kidding with that bullshit
You're killing me
To please you I need
shouldnt cuz it should be bad for your health,
take one look at her and you be screamin for help
or call up the police say put me in a cell,
i cant resist
Berlin to L.A.
So quickly I realized, without fans we can't exist
'Cause they will stand by our side in good times or in bad
Thanks from all the metal
(Fast forward to 03')
Only yellow skin in my school
I didn't have it bad but I felt awkward to be nice to
To these kids that don't know shit
(I don't
yeah)
Where you at? (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Come on man, I'm not going by myself (yeah)
Why the fuck is you 'round me
If you ain't got no ass?
Put Young
Baby, you just my be right, tonight
Got me feeling like Mike tonight
Moonwalk and then the ring with the flights
45 by my side, yeah your partner can
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