| Now who be the bad mothafucka
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| Lil One, comin in stalkin
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| Now who be the bad mothafucka
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| Lil One, still shit talkin
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| I’ve been fuckin up faces
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| Blowin up places
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| Enemies hate this
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| See that can’t take this
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| Irrogant musical devil
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| Leave your deniro
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| Leave em all shakin
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| Valuables taken
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| See you got took by Satin
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| And I bet, that your thoughts full of anger
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| Petty gang banger nickel bag slanger
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| See you can’t touch this
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| Let alone hush this
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| Speak what I seek
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| I’ve never been weak
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| See my life’s all you need
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| Like a fuckin antique
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| Hoes that ignored me
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| Now they look for me
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| Say they’ve been horny
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| You wanna ride pony
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| While you fool’s at home by the phone
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| Just sittin there stupid
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| Lookin like cupid
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| And she’s out roamin
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| Lickin and moanin
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| Dirty ole dog
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| And she want’s a big bone
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| And see the bitch callin
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| She the bitch crawlin
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| Strap with a trust
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| And she thinks I’m a fallin
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| So I laugh and kickin her ass
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| For the drama
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| I only got love for my baby’s momma
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| Now the bad one
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| Comin in while you demand em
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| Fatal like a magnum
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| I never was able to understand em
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| Ready to settle the score
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| With the man
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| That’ll give em all a hole in their middle
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| Now who be the son of a gun
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| That’ll be havin em all on the run, damn
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| Talk this shit cause I can
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| And, those that are tempted to diss me
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| Shot those clips but you missed me
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| Now this eclips be blockin out day light
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| Leavin on slightly
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| Even noon lookin like it’s really midnight
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| Bust this nut to your forhead
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| Blast you the dead way
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| Fuck what they all say
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| Leave that ass marked
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| Like if it was Ash Wednesday
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| Don’t say fuck this
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| Do my won justice
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| Do you really think I’ma sit here and trust this
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| Fool in a robe that’ll wanna put my ass on hold
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| Serve me a bid and reprimand me
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| Fuck that shit that this punk mothafucka wanna hand me
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| A fool tried to brake me
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| So I took him
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| If you would of broke me
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| I would of broke him
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| Well I’m back to inform ya
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| Better set warn ya
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| Slip and stick these double horns on ya
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| Send you away on a perminant stay
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| Disobey me your life’s what you pay me
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| You gave me the shoulder
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| You posionous cobra
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| I told ya, now that I’m older
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| My blood’s much colder
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| Remember, back growin up
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| Hood throwin up
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| Never thought me blowin up
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| Goin up would ever be a factor
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| Now you’re and actor
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| Readin them chapters
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| Story book gangsta
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| How could you fake this
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| Premeditate this
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| Take this
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| Here’s what you fade this
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| Thoughts of a dead man
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| What have you been thinkin
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| Weak in the mind
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| Can’t find what you seekin
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| Deal with your crisis
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| Let my dick slice this
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| Then commit sin to skin
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| Now I grin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Be the Bad Mutha Fucka , by - Mr. Lil One. Song from the album The Best of Mr. Lil One, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп