| Bad Boy, all my bitches into bad things
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| Popped the molly, now she sweatin', that’s that Trinidad James
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| Bitch, my troops’ll make you move, Coupes’ll make you drool
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| Watches, rings and chains in flavors too
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| Bring that Laker through, yeah, you know
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| That purple-colored cutty yellow, guts and shit
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| I’ve got that retarded drive, watch me yellow bust this shit
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| Yellow-bellied busters hate a hustler, suckah suck a dick
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| Suffer while I suffocate your bitch under my nuts and dick
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| I’m nuts, my nig — in my truck I’m big, and my Coupe I’m cool
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| And I cut the top off like a coupon — you see my Yukon new
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| Nigga, you conned who? |
| You a bitch nigga like To Wong Foo
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| See I’ve got a bad bitch in the 212,
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| That love bad bitches and’ll do one too
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| Ooh, one-two, one-two, mic check — bitch, I love my crew, my tech
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| I just move onto my checks — your bitch like to ooze on my chest
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| And move my dress to the side, nigga hit it like an abusive husband
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| She came ten times in a row, like damn, it’s the way you be hustlin'
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| That really turn me on, really turn me on my stomach, dig me out
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| I know after we finish kicking it, you gon' kick me out
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| Bitch be out — you ain’t never seen no kicks this crispy out
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| Chicks be out to get me in that strip club throwin' fifties out
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| Bitch we out here hustlin' but we duckin' if that 50 out
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| That’s that 5−0, drive slow — duckin' from the rivals, eyes low
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| From the motherfuckin' hydro, y’all know
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| I go stupid, insane — get money like I’m loopin' this change
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| Your bitch could hoola-hoop with this chain
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| King… fuck 'em
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| These niggas really ain’t 'bout shit,
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| Switch my outfit, pop my collar, damn
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| Every time you turn around I change, I’m like a hologram
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| Hold that pussy ransom until I’m dancin' in them thighs
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| Like a genie on a carpet 'cause I’m lampin' and I’m fly
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| I switch gears like transmissions, man listen, hoes get the gas face
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| 'Cause I get my point across but wouldn’t layup on a fast break
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| Hold up, wait — there I go — see layin' up, that’s a square’s goal
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| Get it? |
| Square’s goal, that’s a back board
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| Fuck a girl good and send her back, board
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| You PC, I’m a mack, boy — you keep it PG, she want a Bad Boy
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| King… |