| I done fucked *The Baddest Bitches* ask Trina
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| Give her coke to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanor
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| Felonies and misdemeanors, I’m villified
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| I just, rap on the side, black mafia ties
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| Prolific words, I speak for the unheard
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| Niggas who love guns, money, girls, and furs
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| Sittin up in the mans', runnin shit
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| On the phone moving bricks, orderin hits
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| Perfected the game, diamond infested the chain
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| Niggas think I change I just wanna watch 'em change
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| Livin the American dream
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| Drugs, violence, sex, and loaded magazines
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| That’s all I could talk about in these sixteen
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| Cuz that’s all I live, ask Tibs
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| It is what is, either graveyards or consecutive life bids, shit
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| Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
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| Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
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| Niggas wanna bang we could bang out
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| Til the clip’s done, or your vital arteries hang out
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| Hammer cocked, Bad Boy, the black Camelot
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| Raise the price and connect the dots
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| Through life’s journies, all I need is a couple of mack mils
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| A couple of mils and good attorneys
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| Skatin on big blades, goin out in a blaze in my last days
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| I’ll probably die with a bad drug trade or an overdose
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| Without tellin my moms, sorry it was close
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| My wife and my bitch fightin over my notes
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| All my niggas skied north makin a toast
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| Til hell, just gimme bad bitches in Channel
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| Connects wit, Chinese cartels and that new SL
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| And the judge that’s gon' set my bail
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| I’m on top of this shit, look at the wrists
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| Too much rocks in this shit, ain’t that a bitch
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| Make hits, til my last breath
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| With that nigga, the P U double F
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| So lay back in the cut motherfucker 'fore you get shot
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| I kill niggas on the spot like a cop
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| I did it all four seasons suites to a cot
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| Give bitches nothing but breathmints and this cock
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| Call me what, there’s a way to eat
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| And all we got is sports, entertainment or the streets
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| I’m in deep, think of Citibank when I sleep
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| Ching, ching like I was from Shaolin
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| Brooklyn nigga what you say, keep stylin
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| My air force ones you couldn’t walk a mile in
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| I love politics, narcotics, and violins
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| Bad Boy forever, we move in silence |