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BLAOW!
I'm sure all you hustlers out know
every rose got its

You know I gotta some some
y'all probably dobe been before
If you're a real hustler, then you somethin about dis
game!
What you know about a, girl gone bad, aha
I'ma lace you up wit

I gave a 8 G's to flip a half of thangs
Slang him for 13 in St.Louis, we the lucci
Bring the 13 and add 500 to the pot
Get a ho the Mexican homey, set up shop
Fly the skies, 30 G's between her thighs
We can doublelise, be me paralysed
I was puffin on a Cuban cigar, model
and iced down during the season, ghetto smilin
In the back of my brain, my cock is goin
Sayin "Chico, why you chucked the in the game?"
but she ain't new to this, she done her times
Kick and close my eyes, thought about her no mo'
I'm on a flight to Chicago, witta ho
to start my cargo and die slow
If the good girl bad, I'd hate to do it
but sleepin in the bodybag, toe tagged
The fellas sleep on the plane, at her breasts
of sex and in a Lex, bodies soakin wet
lickin the sweat from off the chest, what's
Four niggas run up fully Teks, and tried to get me wet
blacked out and I woke up, they sent her to Midway
Where we was sposed to the YAY!
As she got off the plane looked at her ass sad
Hope the girl go bad

If the girl goes bad
If the good goes bad
If the good girl bad
Cos bitches even gaffle boss for cash
If the good girl bad
If the good goes bad
If the good goes bad
I'm tryin ta get I never had

We arrived at the Court a quarter-to-8
She she wanna go and eat some lobster and steak
I said "Hold on baby, before we
you know that's the fuckin side of the menu"
She "I got my own money, I'm just playin, loosen up
I came to handle business, I come here to fuck"
Anyway, where your fuck's at? they comin?
In a cue-ball 5, pulled up a tan
wit some in the back of the car, another followed
out the Hennessey bottle and took a swallow
"Wait a minute bitch, I ain't in there"
She said "I know, they to make sure we're here"
We need to find a telly, put some food up in our
a shower and shit, call them fools when we're ready
In the low-key, we're in the switchin fo' lanes
Wit the windows tinted bout to go and me a thang
She was lookin at herself in the wit lipstick
I'm thinkin to "30 G's wit one kick"
Got my mind on my money, all the cash
Hope the don't go bad

They hit the lobby about 10:26 (26)
I told baby doll to go and give em the (Give em the kicks)
I shoulda went wit her, I knew somethin was
Gave them niggas straight flour and came back to me
Damn bitch, you did She smirked and laughed
and "Nigga, I'm the Fed", bitch pulled out a badge
"Come and go with me", ho you must be loco
Baby bout let's go to Acapulco
I was down for this shit she hit me
Knowin she the Feds and all, wit her hands on my
Started huggin and kissin, though she the Feds
Put my on her ass, she caught a slug in her ear
WHAT THE FUCK? They shot the in the dome
I fell to the floor, pulled out the shotty
Bustin at niggas, makin sure I get (BLAOW!)
Caught up in mo' gangsta and I'm all alone
to smob out, wit the yay and the cash
Fools out "Nigga, we gon' kill your ass"
Pulled the strap on the chauffer, a limousine
Do what I gotta do to flee the scene

The good went bad
The good went bad
The good girl bad
Cos bitches even gaffle boss ballers for
The good went bad
My good went bad
The good girl bad
I'm tryin ta get things I had

She bad
I it was all good though
switch up on you quick, baby........
But I'm sure all you real hustlers out there know I'm talkin
BOUT......
Y'know, SPeezy 8's in the house, forever
Immortalised, BLAOW!