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con. boiz - h lyrics

are you mad that you never showed love
no you never did it
but i couldn’t give a f-ck
i’ll just be bad al
i’ll say it to you
i can’t promise that
i’ll get paid to
cuz you had some issues
you wouldn’t listen, nope, not having it
but all my friends gone missin’
and that makes me mad f-ck all you
yeah, i was good in school
but i’ll be bad to you

[verse 1: 50%]
haha yeah
you all mad cuz we doin what we want
and you just sittin’ on the bump
and waste your time drink til you throw up
alcohol poisoning got your stomach pumped
so we both appear to be the ones to fear
cuz ain’t sh-t stoppin us we gettin out of here
i’m not judging you all i just think its funny
you out being fools, while me and al out makin money
cause i done heard the call, (mad thaaaat)
bout to make this sh-t happen
make that cash money roll in, while i speak the truth rappin
(mad thaaat) i know, it might seem a little far out
but i’m a dreamer, and that’s what i wrote these bars about
i got higher aspirations than being a d-mn insurance agent
regrettin’ all the decisions i’m makin’, then i become a mental patient
i don’t need your dumb-ss forms of entertainment
when i got my dreams, focused on being the greatest
beg, nope, yo ho, grope
go, f-ck it, i’m fine
so i do what the f-ck i want
because i don’t listen to you stupid -ss chumps

[hook]

[verse 2: bad al]
let me tell you about it
we hurt feelings, we rape broads
they stay quiet, they take it hard
oooh what a ride, i ain’t pullin’ out
for a dollar man, she sayin’ ahhh
she’s not a saint, she can suck yours
she can take it up the ol’ meat hole
sliding through her p-ssy cause i’m a grown up
she doesn’t really show love she says my songs suck
we got haters, i mean all of you
heard you big time but we bout to ball too
b-tches laugh at my music but they don’t know the truth
all those mind games nevermind that cause they all lose
(mad thaaat) in an intellectual sense i mean that
i ain’t trying to d-ck suck, f-ck up, eat -ss
i ain’t like those f-ckers you suckin’ they meat staff, nope
(mad thaaat) say babe, trust me i’ll humble your skeet blast
look, shawty is actually in denial
cuz the ones that hate clean up my skeet pile, yep
s-x, wh0r-, bad, wh0r-
wh0r-, sour, p-ssy, sperm
donor, f-ck, nah
called me the worst ever f-ck her she was a broad godd-mn

[hook]

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