Bad

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[Verse 1: Fat Trel] What you know 'bout payphone, four ways Rubber glove, no trace No show for no court date [?] sails on cocaine White bitch, one [?] Flash, no lightswitch Two packs, no [?] Just white shit for her right wrist [?] no talking Dead boddies, 'bout four coffins I don't plan on taking no losses Eating steak and shrimp with the bosses A lotta duffle bags in my offace Fucking with another nigga bitch [?] that's me And when she open her legs, you gon' see That that bag belong to me I know you hate [?] I'm in ATL, I'm in big trouble, that duct tape is on me I got a Fendi bitch, and she bad And she got me in my bag I got bands, I got grams I got macks that don't jam [Chorus: Alley Boy] Whip bad, bitch bad Five arms, duffle bags Hundred pills, hundred cash And an additude, goddamn Whip bad, bitch bad Five arms, duffle bags Hundred pills, hundred cash And an additude, goddamn Whip bad, bitch bad Five arms, duffle bags Hundred pills, hundred cash And an additude, goddamn [Verse 2: Alley Boy] When I was thirteen, I was too bad My Cali bitch, she too bad Porno flick with no Comcast Put a big dick in that fat ass Murking niggas is too bad [?] went bad Ducttape for them 10K's Nigga bucking, got too bad She got green eyes, she too bad My tongue in it, finger in it [?] in that new jag Candy paint on it with the [?] Like Michael Jackson, I'm too bad Leather jacket, no spikes, yeah Me and Trel for this cocaine Foreign whips, [?] the dash [Chorus: Alley Boy] Whip bad, bitch bad Five arms, duffle bags Hundred pills, hundred cash And an additude, goddamn Whip bad, bitch bad Five arms, duffle bags Hundred pills, hundred cash And an additude, goddamn Whip bad, bitch bad Five arms, duffle bags Hundred pills, hundred cash And an additude, goddamn [Verse 3: Master P] I'm living good, I'm cutting checks My living room, that's Cinimax My bitch so bad, everything She want [?] Them hoes looking, them bitches looking My cars all be foreign Nigga go for the last shot The rap game [?] Couple of G's, she hoing Ten million, we touring That's the new [?], that's the new Farrari These rap niggas be boring [?] on my [?] Purp and lean on my boat [?] the bad bitches, I ain't gotta touch no dope [Chorus: Alley Boy] Whip bad, bitch bad Five arms, duffle bags Hundred pills, hundred cash And an additude, goddamn Whip bad, bitch bad Five arms, duffle bags Hundred pills, hundred cash And an additude, goddamn Whip bad, bitch bad Five arms, duffle bags Hundred pills, hundred cash And an additude, goddamn