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See I’m a bad girl we do bad things.

We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
We do bad things you know we do bad things.

Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.

Hang around with niggaz who bring most broads pain.
He want me I use him, abuse him, and use him.
I want the Louie, Marc Jacobs, and the Khloe bags, Beamer, benz, Bentley, and he must drive Jags.
Rubbers better be mags, if he tiny I’m mad then it’s out of my house not my blouse it’s a rap.

Rappin is like my hobbie I’m a beast on the mike .

Flowing is like my kootie cat it got to stay tight.
Right place right time and you know it goes down.
Goes without saying cause he got to go down.
He pleasing me the neighbors know my name singing in different octaves his whole voice change.
From base to soprano he changing up his range got him screaming like he auditioning for TPain.


See I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
We do bad things you know we do bad things.

Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.

Hang around with niggaz who bring most broads pain.
He want me I use him, abuse him, and use him.
So whats up? He starts the convo and then I say hi.


He says he likes my flow and he’s a hell of a guy.
Then he says lets get high before I can object.
He laughs at me and says I meant lets go to my jet.
Then is ATL to Vegas yeah we born to make it.


You know that I’m a top notch broad and they hating.

But the more they hate the more I make so keep on talking.
I’m riding in the new coupe the broad still walking.

And I’m still laughing it’s funny to me.
Your man take me to the boutique you bummy to me.

See I’m running the streets and I done made it to fame. See ya still search for fame but I done changed the game.


See I’m a bad girl we do bad things.

We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.

Hang around with niggaz who bring most broads pain.

He want me I use him, abuse him, and use him.

Now
bets believe it he chosen.

I’m a have him moaning to the morning.
Pop it and lock it baby no stopping man.
You want me baby boy bets believe better have that bread in hand.

You call me vain I say yes I am.

And I Aim for light skinned who got hella game.

It’s a shame is what they saying but I’m in my own lane and they on the side lines trying to stop my game.
But I’m winning its plain and simple to see.

If I want your man then he’s coming with me.

I came to set him free from the money in his pocket his account and his crib.

You can call it what you want but I get it how I live.

Now get um up. Get um up. Get um get um up.
Now Get um up. Get um up. Get um get um up.
No get um up Get um up. Get um get um up.
Now get um up Get um up. Get um get um up!

See I’m a bad girl we do bad things.

We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
We do bad things you know we do bad things.
Yeah I’m a bad girl we do bad things.
Hang around with niggaz who bring most broads pain.
He want me I use him, abuse him, and use him.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

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Maybe in the end it all meant nothing
But the hunger in these veins kept it all meaning something
Nothing something
All things from nothing
You bore the suffering sacrifice to bear your offspring
Spring off the suffering
Bore for the sacrifice to mean something
It means something
Some mean nothing
Can’t let that one mean nothing
From the one’s come something
Something came to one when i was close to nothing

Their telling us that we don’t see them anymore
Like we don’t see them anymore
Cos we don’t see them anymore
Cos we don’t see them anymore
Nothing.

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Yeah, you are about to witness Ife.

I got my mind on my money on the grind I’m a bad bitch.
Niggaz made cause I’m in the game causing havoc.

Bread got to have it.
Lavish habits. Tricks up my sleeves with my flows like magic.
Whips be foreign. Niggaz be adoring. I got money stored away in banks off shore and.
Never been a gangsta but I’m still a hood chick.
Bread in my pocket keep it real so I’m hood rich.
Born in the ghetto and respect I done earned it. Come up in my hood trying to dis they’ll learn you.

Teaching you a lesson that they’ll never be forgetting. If you coming out alive then they calling it a blessing.

You talking bout this and bout that.
We talking bout that real shit we talking bout facts.
We got that duffle bag boy full of hundred stacks.
We got that duffle bag boy full of hundred stacks how’s that.

And I ain t never been a weak bitch.
Always been a street bitch.

With the right nigga in my bed I’m a freak bitch.

Call him for the night take his bread send his as home.

Never knew his name it don’t matter cause he long gone.

Chocolate and sweet niggaz want to get a taste of me, now they feigning for my body like a damn drug.
We aint got nothing in common it you aint got bread.
Dead all of small talk tell me if you give head.
If you do than we can chill,iIf you don’t than u can go.

Loose my name and number we don’t need to talk no more.
Callus like the bunion on the foot of a soldier.
Keep niggaz awake when I spit like Folgers.
You talking bout this and bout that.

We talking bout that real shit we talking bout facts.

We got that duffle bag boy full of hundred stacks.
We got that duffle bag boy full of hundred stacks how’s that.


Niggaz try to hate because they know that I am better than.
Told yall fools before that you are nothing but irrelevant.
Eyes on me like I’m Pac back in 95.

Listen to my flow and you gone see that niggaz still alive.
Ride in my old school.
Laughing at these damn fools.
Mad that I made it to the top and they gone all loose.

Choose to be spiteful, pimping it’s delightful, poor my feelings out and let these niggaz get a mike ful.
Crazy to them that I spit so hot. Ife coming for the #1 spot. Top any broad up in this game.
Don’t just do it for the glitz and fame.
Do it for the niggaz and the head and the bread and to prove that hip hop really aint dead.
Heard what I said, what I do what I mean.
Got to grind till I live my dream.

You talking bout this and bout that.

We talking bout that real shit we talking bout facts.

We got that duffle bag boy full of hundred stacks.

We got that duffle bag boy full of hundred stacks how’s that.

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Feel it rot, gunshot to your head what

One friend when I need one, enemy I see one
On my blood they feed on, craving lusting that taste
So I feed em
Why can’t we feed em
Power in my hands, I could heal em
So numb to their feeling
Screaming for that meaning
Thieving stealing
Colours change, keep changing,
But the outlines remain
Killing season
I can see them lying through your teeth
You don’t believe in
But in the quiets of the night, always kneeling
For them scars no healing
It’s in the sight of my eyes, all revealing


Language same but I don’t understand them
Speaking them anthems
Boogy men scare the children, stir the tantrum
Free the bird into the sky, light a lantern
In the wars find an inner sanctum


Feel it rot gunshot to your head
Another morning see you falling now you dead
Went and believed everything that you read
Who said the Devil creeps and his blood ain’t red, what
And what you got when you ain’t got a friend coz
Everything you know comes back again, and
Spending your time with them fools who ain’t men
And, can’t you see that they’re all just pretending
And can’t you see that they ain’t supposed to be here
Even the rats here want to leave here
Can’t you see that they’re ain’t supposed to be here
Even the rats here just want to leave here.

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They try to bury us
Were kickin’ up dirt

Thats my dungeon, civilisation Ensimes dying in my belly, just dirt You chaise fame, we chaise it for me
The all seeing eye has it in for me Can’t swim against the sea

Shoot me down, if you feel the need Ash on ash
Shoot me down, if you feel the need Ash on ash

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As the snake eats the snake
Eats the snake, eats the snake

As the snake eats the snake
Eat this food from my hands
So we make no mistakes
In breath my brethren
We keep each other awake
As it quakes
Wipe the tears falling down the cheeks of her face
No more weeping we’ve wept
Through promising and promises unkept
Look at what to where the flocks been led
Forgiving ain’t forgetting i remember the face
We became the opposite sum
Of what we claimed to have become in this place
Naked ape spinning in space
Stripping all the vines of grapes
An arid taste
Look at what they got from what they crush
Only thing i hate is hate
I hate it so much

As the snake eats the snake
Eats the snake, eats the snake

Wasn’t it us that played
Now it’s us that slays
Ignorance wears them weary
Wearing away
Now scared to pray
Prays scared them away
But them prays never wasted
Hard when your tastebuds blemished
And your answers never tasted
That beautiful taste
Don’t let her waste
No need to follow them ways
In case

As the snake eats the snake
Eats the snake, eats the snake.

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Too many haters to understand.

Too many haters to comprehend.

Got to let them know that I’m on top.

GO tell them haters that I can’t be stopped.

I hug the curb with the big body 73 MC.

Most chickens gone hate one me I’m something that they want to be.
A gangsta chick that can be eloquent, evident that my etiquette, is better than most folks who grew up in suburban residence.

Mind I’m always speak.

Me you don’t want to see.

Better come with respect when you address you stepping to a G.
Want to go to battle get ready for World War #.

Never been a hater shorty.
I’m the best at what I do.

If you think you gone win in this game than you got me confused.

To love me is to know me.

Yall hate me because you know yall niggaz retired from rapping the first time you heard me flow.

See them fake niggaz gone hate.

They making a big mistake.

Cause I’m a serve them out they fate like it’s an entrée on a plate.

This aint a promise it a threat.


I promise that you’ll regret.

Keep on testing disrespecting me like I’m somebody soft.

We gone have to turn your like line off.

Too many haters to understand.

Too many haters to comprehend.

Got to let them know that I’m on top.

GO tell them haters that I can’t be stopped.
Too many haters to understand what I been through I aint the one.

Got a knife in my hand and a gun in the waist band.

Don’t mess around son.
Aint looking for drama but if it find me.

See I’m ready for war the crew behind me.

Ready for action mashing blasting out with my diggaz heavy chevy low pros.
Broads and dudes but we aint no hoes.
Flows so cold that they leave you froze.
Bitch pissed off cause her man done chose.
Sorry you had to go.

Don’t be mad you aint the number one pick.

Black beauty big booty thick hips full lips.
I’m so fly that niggaz flock, always gone be on my jock.
No need to hate I can’t be stopped like Walmart I got them in stock.

Sit back and ride to the beat.

I make music for the streets.

Real recognize real in this game.
I don’t just do this for fame.
Do it for the ones in the hood and the trap and the block who gets harassed by cops.
Niggaz gone hate cause I’m so hot.
Whether you like me or not.

Can’t deny that I’m so fly the game is mine got it on lock.
Hit your hood and you gone see.
Rap has been waiting for me.

Real broad that chill on the block.
With a Mil in the pocket never had to pop, lock, or drop.
Too many haters to understand.
Too many haters to comprehend.

Got to let them know that I’m on top.

GO tell them haters that I can’t be stopped.

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There is no princess asleep, dark towers
Beware the wizards though, dark powers
Spells invoked in these, dark hours
Concealed, hiding in the dark, cowards
I can’t smell in the dark, flowers
Hear screams, tortured soul, dark prowlers
Acid rain wash in the dark showers
More than black, the dark empowers

I hear the creepies crawling
Through the night and into the morning
Looking for the prize, you’ll get no warning
I’m just trying to eat, but they got me warring
Witch doctor got my mind snoring
Don’t feel the temperature soaring
Light the candle the darkness pouring
No more skies for the eagles to soar in
Through these ropes these rats keep gnawing
Impossibility, can’t ignore it
Impermanence, permanence, many stories
Close eyes, meditate, Black Glory
Black Glory, Black Glory, Black Glory

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The lonely fight while the spirits wait
Beyond the dreams you know i saw your face
I feel the fever of God when i stand in this place
When i stand in this place
Haunting voices touch and caress a soul
And lead it but he damned
The fatal actions of a man
Keeping me warm
Don’t promise me nothing, just hold my hands
Speak no words and we might just wake
As the wars span and the earth starts to quake
Rumble and quake
Recognise this movement where a miracle came
Statues stand
Chiseled the features, incarnate plans
The puzzle riddled with worms
Behold the rotten jewels i earn
I grasp them with my hands, all the gestures of self
But the foolish acts of jesters are smelt
The stench lingers and coats
A burning taste
My fears fool me though
Across the ledge and over the burning floors
We could hear them calls of faded lords
Sounding haunting chords
All the babies ready to feast on your remains
With a hunger grinding deep
They thought you was dead
But you arose like a beast to once see instead.

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Lost it to find it, blame no-one
Red rose on a tombstone for all enchanted
Re announce renounce your name
Power granted

See how they flaunted
I see ghosts, see everything haunted
Thoughts emotions, they burn so quick
Once the fuse lit, easy to amuse it
Feed off them for they will abuse it

Wasted vantage, shadows slanted
Bodies unaccounted
Don’t push me coz I’m close to the edge
Edge of the madness
Sounds of war, there is no warning

Feel the heat warming, it keeps on calling
We keep heeding, so keep on falling

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