it's good I got it bad I can't wait till it's understood I got it bad I can't wait till they say good I got it bad I got it bad Shame for the fame and
Tradução: Pinchazo. I Got It Bad.
ride Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has it's sacrifices Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices
that I miss ya, some how I carry on I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone I remember the good times, all of the bad times I
Lo Loso Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo Lo Loso (WOOOOOOOOOOO!) It wont stop, until I do the numbers im suppose to And my accountant got as many numbers as a social
] It's Mr. "Throw It In The Bag", I just throw it in the bag I don't know how much it cost but I know this bitch is bad Walk up to that register like
, it's like I'm booking flightsif I want it I'm a get get it, That should not be tooken light, And it's on everything I got a crazy lady, So money ain
the best I might be, it really don't matter When I bust, sucker MC's scatter, gettin out of my way I bust bad bitches night and day I make classics like
of ya ride And I can make it happen, if I don't make it rappin This lump of Satan I'm packin thrash 'em with a major passion I slash ya face and fracture
Wishing that I could rap But nothing changed I was stuck in the game Cause everybody in the industry was fucking me man Listen I've got a scheme
a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it
I hope it don't spill Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel Still runnin' from the police I gets no sleep I got you peepin in my window while
got me a bottle) Bacardi drinkin' (got me a bottle) Smirnoff sippin' (got me a bottle) Absolut shorty (got me a bottle) Tangueray sippin' (got me a bottle) Absolut drinkin' (got
ice, a gamblin spot with no dice Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice I murda any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice I only
t it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy I just call it how I see it, non-fictional Deliver
deal I'm gettin' the thousands, the hundreds, the paper To precious the faces of deaths I, I, better done it That, that mean, when you do bad shit it
by the seashells They all got the look, like they'd ride on you Take it easy young boys I got my eyes on you [Chorus: Akon] I got my eyes on you! And
It Cause We Ain't The One Bad Men Raised Around Slum Nigga You Don't Want Illegal Alien And I Kill People For Fun Nigga You Don't Want It I Heard You
