you feel so good? Everything that's bad for you bad for you bad for you Why does it make you feel so good? Everything that's bad for you bad for you bad
Übersetzung: Flamme. Bad Ist nicht gut.
lyrical whip, the word dick on the side tip Rhymes to flip, Hercules ain't got a tighter grip Whoever said that you couldn't be beat? Well have a seat
don't Lotta dudes sayin that they can but they won't Lotta boys sayin that they g's and they ain't Mess around, get layed down in the paint Better do
gentlemen make some noise Aww shit Yeah Y'all ready to get this shit started or what Well I brought some friends with me too Now I ain't back just for
ain't) Talkin' 'bout what they wanna do (Reality they can't) Ask 'em what they life worth, watch 'em draw a blank I really ain't got no interest if it don't
know the ledge, and I ain't planning to drown As harsh it sound, these just a tears of a clown [Trife Da God] Momma ain't raised no fool, they say we
Car Good Lookin... Driver Good Lookin Goddamn Dem Rims Good Lookin... [Hook:] I Know You Fuck Niggas Don't Like Us But We Don't Give A Fuck Copy-Catters
: Wanna see my past in flames, Don't waste a drop baby, I ain't fussed. Where I was born, no escape, There, there ain't even no good/bad drugs. In the
a corpse Envisioning my soul rotting in the flames of hell I don't wonna die or stay in this cell But I don't got a choice I gotta pay the price Seein
ground Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no drawers Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get
said a country boy, came through and then - changed the game If you what you got ain't hot then - check your flame If what you spittin ain't hittin
got it Play strings for the dramatic And end all of that wack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got it I'm going after whoever who
it Play strings for the dramatic And end all of that wack shh Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got it I'm going after whoever who has
up, get out start walking Won`t look back got a promise to fulfill And all the space in my head is filled up with you Little darlin` there ain`t no more
on coke, died and what the hell Old gray-hair granny ain't here no more She o.d.-ed on [?] You think that's bad? Well, that ain't all We're all goin down
