Lyrics:
Let's get, I can't wait to trick man
It's gonna be so sweet
Still like, "Can you hit it with your OVO goose on?"
I'm like, "What are you on?"
Told
Yeah
Boy
Boy
Man ah bad
Bad bad badder
Mad mad mad mutha
F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck outta here
F*ck outta here
Man ah bad
Bad bad badder
Mad mad mad
of the door money
Them man are getting booked
For a hundred pound
(Skepta) them boys ain't bad like me
I got my flow locked down to a T
Take a little look
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers
Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers
the bricks heard wolfy's cried
So he slid down the chimney,and oh by Jimmy,and the fire,man he was fried,yeah
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf,the big bad
planet I'm on? (Yeah)
Um, I'm on Venus givin' aliens penis (Uh-huh)
Juice WRLD, Makaveli, I mean it (Uh-huh)
Diamonds R. Kelly, wrist get to peein'
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
the remix
Now if u walk up in the club with a bad chick and she lookin' at me
Then I'm gon hit
Man jackin' for chicks
I tried to quit
But I'm playa homie
So I
it if you mix it up
Talk smack, and I'ma gonna shut you up.
I am the greatest man that ever lived
I was born to give. (I was born to give.)
I am
on god o
Bad bitches by my side on lock
Only fear myself for this place on god o
Are you ready o (uh yeah)
Cos I'm steady o (ahn)
Bussing through on your
Sixteen sex, no R.Kelly
That's no diss, a man want Becky
If you tell me you want Becky, give me Brian
That's o brain, use your noodle, don't forget it,
running they freestyle primetime radio
In the mix with the top hits? That shit was bug
If they cared about the sound back then like they doing now
Ouu
Flashbacks of the Bando
Late nights in the studio
Man I should’ve known
Now we blowing up radio
Hanna trapping on patio
She warned you niggas from
they head like dead venison
Used to be the bad lieutenant with M-ilitants
Spillin' over fabulous jams my man Dilla sent
Rap speak for me, I am
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
I can't lie she bad
But she bad
But she bad so I flick it again
Try tell shawty now a man's celibate
Grabbed on my balls said listen to them
Me I'm
a break from the love
Man, your girl so bad, let me get her
Your girl so bad, let me get her
I make my own luck, I make that pussy talk
On call
now you know the time
Bust how I flip it check the rhyme
I kick the hits even with the big belly
Cause I freak the funk like my man R
up my cup
2002 Escalade, Billy grill on my truck
Now hold up man, top down in the Bentley
With a bad chick, in my tape Monica Lewinsky
Made a mill
couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her
Hooked up the track and in excitation
He decided he'd head for the radio station
But (What?) he was
a Four-Tay
Dawn to the PM steppin to the AM so listen to what I'm sayin
Be a Mellow Man Masta Mix the Ace with the Spade
And when you race past the 3rd Bass
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