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She a bad bitch
Had to drop her cause
She's a bad habit

Cuz oh mah gawd I found out
She was a sex addict
Every time she see a dick
Reach her hand out

the road
20 girls for the road
I dey give them on the low
I go give you all my doe
Bottles popping all night got some Ace for the road
I got this sexy bad

but I kept it to myself I was losing my sanity
She had saved my life and I had always felt like I owed her as the years go by we were getting closer

a big wreck
Everybody's watchin', but
Nobody's helpin', it's sad
And even if you did
I feel like you did 'cause you felt bad
I wish that my brain would

propane
Gas
Our lungs ain't the same
I'm in a pink Panther coupe, the guts look like a brain

Muscle memory, I hold my wood when I record
She bad as hell,

ain't stunting for real
Die about nothing for real
I do that time like it's nothing for real

Cruising through the city with a bad bitch, do no capping

joke's on you 'cause my shit push to start
You ain't have to play these games, only play yo role
Bad bitch, I prefer you with no makeup on
You the one I

all I'm gon' say
They want the fame, they flashin' they gaze Material things just endin' the game
Just stay in your lane, stay guardin' your brain Don't

the strip
Shooting with the cannon till I sink the ship
Groovy ass nigga, get up off my tip
Moving by my lonely till I got me a bih
Hol up
Shooting wit

drill team these drill team members one must work with people they did not choose they're a group that was chosen by committee just like you are going

bitch gon’ suck my dick here if I let her
But instead of that
Give my mans your pussy and your neck
107 Shit
Only squad, gang, bitch it’s only fam
Bad

won't work
(Woman: Somebody ring the alarm) I'm freakin
Liftin skirts on bad broads on E! like Brooke Burke, nigga
Like Brook Burke, nigga, like Brooke

the vibe
Hypnotized by my type cuz I'm one of a kind
I'm on the rise, like a rocket rollercoaster
Put your hands in the air for a similar notion
Ch-ch-cho

The world cannot give nor let you live
Fighting seems so in vain
Weakened by my own brain
Mindless torture blackening my thoughts
I'm flying away to my

met
Everything on me, I already bet
Bad bitch gimmie head wit a lot of neck
Her brain game bars like damn how you thought of that?
Keep the hammer like

cut out all distractions that are taking me away
Making memories look fractured cause I struggle to retain
Making choices that are bad I know the good

brothers getting wealth (C'mon!)
Hateraid is bad for your health (C'mon)
Looking sad as fuck, I can tell (C'mon!)
Who are you kidding? Stay up out

need somebody infatuated with the bag they got to know how to survive 

I need somebody just got desire and as you I can tell by the look in your eyes

got lil folks killed
Naw I'm lyin sike man I'm for real
Coulda been did that but bro said chill
You can just tell
By a nigga whole posture
He gone tell

got a picture in a locket
Keeps it shoved down in his pocket
To remind him that this old world ain't all that bad

Yeah something seems familiar
Hey I

out & rock out wit thuwops 
My family came up from serving rock 
Pushup ona bad bitch sippin dat raw 
& smoking good gas no cigar 
Roll a backwood I get

wiz
But this ain't Kansas no mo
I had no heart but had the courage 
To ask could she gimme brain like Scarecrow
Got triple six blastin in the whip

an abyss 
Momma knew I had a sharp mind but didn't know I wanted slit wrists 
I'm falling...
Victim to my own brain
And you don't even know the pain (I was

the drain, buzzards in the desert
Hurricanes
All these soliloquies in my brain
Circle, spiral, speed up 
Till you feel it heat up 
It's collapsing,