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[Intro: born bad!] Ayy (Son) [Verse: born bad! & Crime Mob] Wake up, breakfast, bad bitches cook it Bend it over, chef kiss, I be with the extra Eggs with the soft whip, I don't like the texture Check your pulse, baby, you know I apply the pressure Sorry, you can't force me, no, I don't like your effort I be in that four-seat, I stuffed it with some escorts We be on the floor seats, I might just touch the backboard I might pull a joker out these motherfuckin' flashcards I didn't wanna do it, but they made a nigga flash, dog When I see the light 'cause I ain't never take the mask off Hush, little baby, don't you say a word Papa gonna buy you a .38 mag Papa gonna get you a new S-Class Papa gonna get you everything you never had (Knuck if you— Knuck if you buck, boy) Ayy, they wanna come fuck with the gang, I told 'em come fuck with the gang She wanna come fuck with the gang, I told her come fuck with the gang (Knuck if you— Knuck if you— Boy) She tatted me on her body, she fell in love with my name She tatted me all on her body, she fell in love with my name I fell in love with the music, fell out of love with the fame No, I don't wanna be famous, yeah, I wanna be nameless [Outro: Crime Mob & Jack Nicholson] Knuck Knuck Knuck Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you— Knuck if you— Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you buck, boy Knuck if you— Knuck if you— I want my environment to be a product of me