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stoneyyy wright - going bad remix lyrics

going bad remix
[verse 1]
bad b+tch driving, when she stops i’m gunna f+ck her quick (whoo)
i can’t take her home cause at home i got another b+tch (another one)
genie in a bottle, rub her body then i make a wish (make a wish)
if that p+ssy was a song, i’d place it in my greatest hits
big pony on my hat, i’m putting in my work
i don’t got a face tat, i used to sip purp
that is not a diss but a fact you just heard
and you don’t know me so don’t use the bro term
old friends they don’t know me now
i changed in mostly worse ways
you wouldn’t hold her hand but paid for her on the first date
i be hitting homers, can’t be satisfied with first basе
looking for revenge, i’mma sеrve it on dessert plates
taking you a slice, since you think i’m so nice
cost to be the boss, now you paying yo price

[hook]
ay
my president was black, now he’s wack
that’s a fact
got the city on my back, and back spitting crack for fiends and it’s mean but it’s clean like the lean
p+ssy like a jellybean
and she off of betty jean
got a lot of people hating on me every day (everyday)
still gon f+ck the game almost every way (every way)
got a lot of b+tches begging stoneyyy stay (stoneyyy stay)
still goin bad on ya anyway
[verse 2]
cause i’m a dog, imma beast hoe
you gotta pay to f+ck this b+tch but i get free throws
i got pre+rolls
and i leave em out for santa cause he knows
that you ain’t gotta stop at one i got 3 hoes
only f+ck with bowling b+lls, i need 3 holes
i need peacoats (yuh)
cause it’s a cold winter (yuh)
i just ate a cold dinner (yuh)
i get paper like a printer (yuh)
you a rat, f+ck a splinter (rat!)
you know i’m a born sinner, that’s the opposite of winner (yuh)
brand new f+ckin robin jeans on this b+tch i met off twitter
yeah and she gon take em off like a day at work (take em off)
but i just want the head, baby gimme pert (pert, pert)
if the feds come thru my door, i ain’t gon say a word (nah)
yeah 5+0 desert eagle, that’s my larry bird (doo! doo! doo! doo!)
yeah myy faith is in my sauce but i still gotta stir (stir stir)
i still gotta work
rumble in the dirt till i’m murked
till i exert, enough to make it off this earth
been my mission since my birth but i got hurt so scotty beamed me up for kirk

- stoneyyy wright lyrics

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