The Bad Seed
Uh
Let s go
Here we gouh
Here we go y all
Here we go y all
Once againyeah
Who better nigga
Let s go

NopeI never got locked up
Never got shot up
But fuck around though
Beat your whole damn block up
Find your bitch knocked up
Cee keep it cocked up
I m sick call the doctor
Beat the shit out ya
Beef I don t sweat that
Niggaz wanna dead that
They come homefind a bullet in they girl head rack
UHHNNH
How you love that
What happened to dem thug cats
With all the gats niggaz gettin in club at
Now I done fucked up
I done caught y all frontin
Get your jaw tapped up
Get your chin bone buzzin
You can t squad me
Now your all alone cousin
The kids got no popswife no husband
God damn shame though
It s not a game though
Why y all act like you don t know my fuckin name though
It s BAD SEED
Style off the chain yo
Only close my eyes when I m gettin brains yo
It s like UHHNNH
Thought it was a game huh
Didn t know the name huh
UHHNNH
It s like it s like
UHHNNH
Still for the kids though
Niggaz let your clips off
UHHNNH
It s like
UHHNNH
Bitches take your thong off
Shake yo stank ass baby girl it s a song off
It s like it s like
UHHNNH
Meet me at the ballcourt
Blow shorty back out till she had to crawl out crawl out

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