Should've known these mothefucking bad
It ain't my place to say and i hear all that
Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house
Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds
When i am mad, and things look bad/
Yeah, the sex in the sack
Why do you treat them so bad
Where the black girls get their weaves back
Whether teddy or pat
I used my rhymes for bad
When love comes callin', don’t look back
She did things that were bad
She was wet off the bat
Why you treat them so bad
Chat up your lookin off your knee pad
That affected you so bad
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