start this shit off right
We got bad -ass bitches
in the house to night
We gon' start this shit off right
We got some bad -ass bitches
in the house to night
We gon' start this shit off right
We got some bad -ass bitches
in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right
We got some bad -ass
bitches in our house tonight
We got some bad -ass bitches,
bad -ass bitches
Bitches outside,
them some sad -ass bitches
Let go, let go, let go, let go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We got some bad -ass bitches,
bad -ass bitches
Bitches outside,
them some sad -ass bitches
Let go, let go, yeah, let go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ashanti
Ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah
Ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah
Ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah
Ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah -ah
I fucked around and made a bunch
of fuck around money
Now I feel like found money
I'm fucking awesome,
so awesome have a child for me
Got homies who ain't coming
home till the cows coming
Niggas with power,
they tryna press our power buttons
Now baby, make that ass clap
like it's proud of me
She said I will, like, ill with an apostrophe
It's lil' taunt you heard
around on the streets
That everything is workin'
out like obliques
They wanna see it obese
You drive me crazy,
you gon' crash the vert
Get out my business while you act like a clerk
I got a white girl,
she call me names like bastard and jerk
That's when I send her
ass back to the birds
Fuck the right, goodnight,
die with him open
I'm with a big booty, bitch,
dressed inappropriate
Cocaine, baking soda,
and some hot water
Kept the fiends coming back to me,
not karma
Smiled at my first kilo
like a proud father
Smiled at my first judge like
I'd be out tomorrow
Keep the
Glock on him
All eyes on me, I had a
Pac moment
This a man in fresh beat and I go
Pac on it
My homeboys proud of me like
Barack homies
Your homeboys tired of me,
I hope they die yawnin'
Leave your house haunted
I ain't kidding, I ain't playing,
fuck up your house party
Lil'
Tunch
So,
DJ, won't you play some old song?
Cause we ain't got
nowhere to go but home
And we ain't got nowhere
to go but wrong
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So,
DJ, won't you play some old song?
Cause we ain't got nowhere
to go but home
And we ain't got nowhere
to go but wrong
Oh, oh,
Just a watch and a mean coat,
yeah
Wherever I spit at, a tree grow
I'm a blood with some
C -notes
And I'm gettin' more checks
than a peephole, yo
I done been through hell and
back on a steamboat
Met the devil,
came back feelin' free, yo
Gang bangin', tatted up like
Latinos
And since I'm on my
Spanish shit, it's called a
Cinco
Mami is bionic and bisexual, bi lingual
Mami is a goddess,
but she gotta let her wings show
Mami tryna fuck me with her team,
that's a team sport
All these bad bitches in this bitch,
but I ain't seen yours
Muscle car look like it just
got out the bingo
Drop the top, smell like I just
opened a weed store
A nice beat, mix with
Tunchi like a cream float
We're
Manny
Fresh, the
OG, now it's a
G, yo
Ooh, yeah, got the squad in the bitch,
case it pop off
Fresh, can you please tell these n****s
I've been rich since the hot boys
Yeah, shh, pay that dog
by the screen door
Ooh, your girl walkin' round my
house wearin' nothin'
But my watch and my mink coat
Ah, yeah, now everybody throw a five,
throw a five
Call the cinco,
and since I'm on my
Spanish shit
The motherboard's finito
And we gon' stomp this shit off, right
We got bad -ass bitches
in the house tonight
We gon' stomp this shit off, right
We got some bad -ass bitches
in the house to night
We got some bad -ass bitches,
some bad -ass bitches
Bitches outside and some
sad -ass bitches
Let go, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, we got some bad -ass bitches,
some bad -ass bitches
In the restroom, in the mirror,
takin' pictures
Alright, yeah, that's alright, yeah
That's alright, yeah, that's alright, yeah
We got some bad -ass bitches,
some bad -ass bitches
Couple n****s trippin',
me muggin', makin' fists
It's alright, it's alright,
but we don't fight, no
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