Lyrics:
Mirror mirror on the wall who the baddest of em all?
(P h L y by the way)
You got this thing make ya boy wanna sing (Damn)
For real thou, I’ll get
Baby can I go with you
Yea you gat me screaming baby
Can I hold you
Hello barbie barbie mami baby boo
Just a minute mi wan fi talk to you
Sorry for
nigga, uh-huh, uh-huh
ayy, ayy
Baby, he's a bad man, a bad man
Ayy, cause he can never love you, love you
Ayy, like baby, he's a bad man, a bad man
So he
over there, over there
[Mystikal]
Baby, I'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M-why-S-T-I-KAL
It's the man right here!
yourself a match box baby (bye bye)
Big boy cars for big boys only
Go get yourself a match box baby (bye bye)
Could've had a Lamborghini
Gettin' jealous
DEEZ HOES COME BY TRUCK LOADS
ORANGE AND DA MANGOES
SHOUT OUT TO DAT BOY CALLED FRANK O
LEARN TO SPEAK FLUENT IN DA LANGUAGE OF DEEZ PESOS
OOUU BABY
a little when I'm gone
Drizzy voice
Now I'm ghost, baby, four-door Rizzy Royce
Tryna work it out might be a bad business choice
I'm 'bout my business,
gangsta, you can tell by the swag
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot
Let's go,
So bring your passport girl, I'm trying to show you the world
I know your ex did you bad, but I'm your new perfect man
Dignity where you
get the wrong impression
Yea
Cuz I'm still chilly with it
Militant so i milly with it
Bad boy like I'm biggie with it
Bad boy like I'm will and I'm
and she stay with a gun boy she'll smash you. Im like baby girl swear to God you the one. You just like me you be really goin dumb. She like bae i dont
about me
Big boy tins we was at the back seat
Said she wanna show me
Something baby as you please
Ay
Charley the way she whine that for me
She dey whine
sorry? (I'm sorry)
I didn't mean to break your heart
And now I'm all alone and it
Hurts so bad
I didn't see it
But she came between us
And baby, it drives
Bad boy and I'm quite slick
See me, doin' numbers and I'm gettin' rich
I'ma, baby boy need the cute shit, laced it
Don't tap me with
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
Niggas be sweeter than sweet, I'ma send 'em to mars
Smoke that boy like a gar
We gon' roll at his car
I've been feeling so lonely and sad from
lie and say I don't wanna have fun
But baby I'm high, so pull thru and come and get some
Maybe you're right
I'm bad for your armour system
But you're
boy know it's too late
I don't need nothing to say
Don't try to claim what you can't take
It's never mine by tomorrow
Always never mind by tomorrow
(Fein)
Codeine (codeine), drink promethazine yeah
Off-white, Louis Vuitton, I get dripped
RAF Simons on my bag, I switch fits
I get money, by the ton
time to move on
(I can not go on my baby)
Said I'm tired of hangin' on
(To all of your phoney promises, boy)
It's time to move on
(I can't take no
you’re leaving
Ooh
That’d be a mood
If you came by for the night
That’s a move
Heard you want it bad
Best you ever had
I’ll wait in bed
I’ll leave
die where I was born
Live a small town dream in a big backyard
Raisin' babies an' corn
Now here I am, one I am row
Tryin' the read the map
braggin' and boastin'
This shit is coast to coast
And I'ma ball till I fall baby
While mark ass bitches
Spend they money on that car neday
You can't even
with
Bad bitch ashamed to even say you ever had it, yeah
Gotta hit that snap, that boy's a wrap
Tell em back back back
Lady be careful, that boy is
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