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toby keith – i got it bad lyrics

uh huh
you know where i’m taking this
i’m taking it right there
they leave no choice

[verse one]

uh, uh, uh she said she was a model for a year and a halfand if she took here pins out, then her hair would drop down to her calf
i knew a man, he was just up northand would’ve got left up northbut he was the chef up northanyway i’m k i doubleall i do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of troubleif you ready we could move, just lose your manor hit the dance floor, i’ll show you how to do my dance
i might let you play in the garden, or stood up in that white thing and listen to the greatest of marvinand the state got six locationstake so long to get to the front once i missed probationand i hate to brag
i know ya man really wouldn’t like the beretta but he hate the magand yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself outbut in the mean time girl go knock yourself out

[chorus]

are you model of month (knock yourself out)wanna let ya hair down (knock yourself out)are you ready to move (knock yourself out)wanna sit in the coupe (knock yourself out)wanna keep on dancin (knock yourself out)wanna run in my mansion (knock yourself out)sit in v.
i.
p. (knock yourself out)b-tch you just wanna be seen (knock yourself out)

[verse two]

now you can knock yourself out like you boxing yourselfor you can get real freaky start popping yourselfand my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the timeit’s soughta like you watchin yourself uhfront if you want, i puff a few bluntsand take a cruise in a porsche wit the trunk in the frontshe had jock open draw sandalstold her i been the coupeblew her mind when she couldn’t find the door handles
i had to do very high maintence, check this out ma
i’m running out of my patience
don’t sleep wit me, and don’t speak wit me
and neva talk bad bout n-gg-s that eat wit me

[chorus]

[verse three]

ay yo, honey know i’m waitin to leavekeep dancin, cuz i like how that -ss shake in the capris
i’m like big wit the murder mamis up in belizebut i’ll still f-ck a chickenhead like lil’ cease
i don’t care if they model, but they all gone chillfirst n-gg- cook base on the foreman grilland you might win some, you just lost one
kiss miseducates’ em like lauryn hill

[chorus]

– (fades)

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