t wanna be bad (I don't wanna be bad) I just wanna be bad enough for you. Well I just wanna be bad enough for you, Well I just wanna be bad enough for you
playing kissy-face Just wanna let you know we appreciate Everything you do for us on the day-to-day And I know, we don't show you all the time But we lucky that you
Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you,
technique, nigga Representin' for my real niggas out there Fuck all you buster-ass niggas, word Saturday night in L.A., time to play My peoples hummin
't one If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me Havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
liked you when I first saw you, when I first caught you The first conversation was making my blood boil you So now you gonna just spoil it in joy cause boy... you You
can thank you for the ride and thank you for my other kids and even though they mommas won't admit that they can't make it but bad, low on the child support
its not enough room in this town for you and me so lets get down im sickin tired of you and this down low fight from contagious all the way to Misses Price you
it rain boy, make it rain boy I want you to say my name, bring it low, bring it low Bring it low, bring it low, e-e-e-ee-eee bring it low (4x) Make it
, and raise it up Then you hit 'em in the head 'til your days is up You blazin' what, playboy you frail and butt You know when Bad Boy drops, all your
to the streets since we came up So, blame us for bringin' you the game plus Much bass, now the name is just Dangerous So, here we go, it's time for
hair, not neat and fat Guess I'm understanding, you're just a fuck I'm out for the pussy and just one nut I'll call you next time when I'm out of luck
you gotta be a Bad bitch Shake that ass for the tip if you a Bad bitch Drop it down to the floor if you a Bad bitch O no she ain't no hoe, she just a
a priest on him He will not slip or lose his grip they got them cleats on em But never will he run unless you call police on em [Chorus] One time, two times, three times
But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra Then all I really want is for her to go down low Before you know it she wet enough to get drowned slow
King Some of my niggas in the Ville' all they did was serve feins Fuck scales, I had skills all day rehearsing Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting All
the weed low when the police is rolling up Fool all I know is go and try to let them haters slow me up Stashing for my (insert)? They balling when they old enough
