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RICK ROSS lyrics : "I'm Bad"

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Im Bad (im bad) Im Back (im back), Im Mad (im mad) Im strapped (im strapped)
^!$$% What You Want ^!$$% who you wit

Came wit my dogs leavin wit a (*##$
Im bad (im bad) im back (im back), im mad (im mad) im strapped (im strapped)
^!$$% what you want ^!$$% who you wit

Came Wit my dogs leavin wit a (*##$

[Verse 1:]

Aint no limit to the %#@! I start
Automatic start on that big white car. Pearl pink jar ^!$$% you cant rob. 4 chains and a watch pocket full of knots. Spots, Imma get my stacks. This crack comin back like that income tax. Told you once he told you twice. You need more than a knife You wanna rock that ice. Im bad, magazines up the $$#. stolen yellow cab come squeeze on yo $$#. He a flash, all black mask. Rappin $$# ^!$$% talkin all that jazz. Ride up on him show him how we get down. 100 rounds in his crown butt naked and he pound. Tell the truth that ^!$$% be rippin, aint it man. just got a Chevy and I got my %#@! painted man.


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[Verse 2:]

Used to be on the corner, on !@!@&&. Now its !@!@&& from california. Big buds, (*##$es wit big butts. Big BMW's home of the dick sucks. My Bob Marley is bumpin like (*##$ what. My money bumper to bumper now (*##$ what. Im bad im back. im mad im strapped.
^!$$% what you want ^!$$% who you wit. Came wit my dog leavin wit a (*##$. i dont see no ^!$$% when im on the grind, all i see is hoe ^!$$%s when im on the grind. 45 no ^!$$%, kno im holdin mine. Imma knock his $$# down if its own his mind. Tell the truth that ^!$$% be rippin aint it man, just got a Benz and I got my %#@! painted man.


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B for the bullets in ^!$$%s who gotta die. A for the addicts and junkies who gettin high. D for the dope distributed at the dock. Still on the block clock no socks.

B for the bass (*##$ I gotta boom. A for the $$# in my hotel room. D for the dick, dick that I slang. Since money talk, im addicted to my slang. B for the bang. A for the K. D ditch the car for the smooth get away. Im bad, i poke yo $$# in the nose wit a cold 44 now he cold on the floor. layin on his back like he posed for a hoe, when you actin like a (*##$ gotta go gotta go. Tell the truth that ^!$$% be rippin aint it man. Just got a hummer and i got my %#@! painted man.

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