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

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

I gave a nigga 8 G's to a half of thangs
Slang him for 13 in St.Louis, we about the
the 13 back and add 500 to the pot
Get a ho the Mexican homey, set up shop
Fly the friendly skies, 30 G's her thighs
We can doublelise, be leavin me
I was on a Cuban cigar, model style
and iced down during the draught season, ghetto
In the back of my brain, my is goin insane
Sayin "Chico, why you chucked the in the game?"
but she ain't new to this, she done her times
Kick back and close my eyes, thought her no mo'
I'm on a to Chicago, witta fine ho
to kick start my and die slow
If the good goes bad, I'd hate to do it
but she's sleepin in the bodybag, toe
The fellas sleep on the plane, lookin at her
dreamin of sex and in a Lex, soakin wet
lickin the sweat off the chest, what's next?
Four niggas run up with fully Teks, and to get me wet
Shit blacked out and I up, they sent her to Midway
we was sposed to slang the YAY!
As she got off the plane at her ass kinda sad
Hope the don't go bad

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

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

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

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

She bad
I thought it was all though
Game'll up on you quick, baby........
But I'm all you real hustlers out there know what I'm talkin
BOUT......
Y'know, 8's in the house, Bossalini forever
Immortalised, BLAOW!