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scotty atl - bad boy 97 lyrics

you wanna ride with enemy? that day don’t stop
i am all time a bad man, i was god d-mn
mama she told me go get it, i stash ’em ‘up in this heavy for nothing on
i rid up a dirty now make me million, promise get with it
more money, more problems
more money, more problems
i’m walking around with a pd versace like balling my money
more money, more probl’
more money, more probl’
talk about what a ‘will stacking like me
more money, more probl’
more money, more probl’
see won’t leave me alone
for, for let me put my city on
never been a goom got this all on
ride through the city with a ‘
neighbor start with my dope boy
use to keep a ball, cold boy
sleigh in a all wide, old school
get a little cleaning in this all bar
really famous now mix well
try to intimidate my mix will, great so need it hard with a vaca
fine to go to caley and then inhale
to mons on my p-ss out, reagy never put the cash out
jack boy waiting and he couldn’t lie
hit it quick and make a mess out
balling out, heard it jealous and be great to key
never go several ain’t it manner to that kid
boy fly so they put several on the kid
i remember when my dad wrote a letter to that kid
jilla man you a king and you better not forget it
try to stay in top like a bandellar
when i go to heaven i’mma thank galla
young n-gg- wanna ride with enemy
bad day don’t stop
i have no time to be a bad man i was up the ‘
mama she told me go get it, i stashed ‘
‘see i run out a diggy
i made me a million rose and get with it
more money, more problems
more money, more problems
i’m walking around with a pd versace like balling my money
more money, more probl’
more money, more probl’
talk about what a ‘will stacking like me
more money, more probl’
more money, more probl’
start it with p-ssy, go pill
i will make a parel that’s my good feel
girl twice for the bare life
‘say she forgot how ‘feel
swag on teen i was born in it
dark in the ‘in it
late night cooking on ‘
told proud for a hundred in it
trouble hundred blow in a blurred noise
gotta a bluff in my ‘bad for my boy
running like a full turning feel in my tugging fold
get money much more, we don’t let the duggy
i’m on my drake it ain’t no g thang
came to with it
she know what it is, she wanna hang how g hang
sure do,
sure ya all never in this and realize
ya b-tch try to be shine like a ..but she’s a little lost
bad day don’t stop
i have no time to be a bad man i was up the ‘
mama she told me go get it, i stashed ‘
‘see i run out a diggy
i made me a million rose and get with it
more money, more problems
more money, more problems
i’m walking around with a pd versace like balling my money
more money, more probl’
more money, more probl’
talk about what a ‘will stacking like me
more money, more probl’
more money, more probl’

- scotty atl lyrics

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