Ain't no sense to bitch about it Cause you all know what's gone wrong. Late at night, when you're in your bed, The Bad Don't Seem So Wrong. [Verse 1:
ain't scared It's my pleasure to tell it right, don't think I ain't said Cause they got prices on my head homie, I don't slip Clips long as giraffe necks
athletic And success tryna get away from me and I ain't tryna let it When they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I don't get it" And I'm still havin
Trae I got a child on the way, and it seem to me I ain't gon see it My baby mama wanna see it dead, cause she say she don't need it And I be wrong, to
t G them niggaz need to get it how they pack (they sheist) don't even bother cause I'm deaf when it come to y'all don't even act like we cool-don't try
success tryna get away from me and I ain't tryna let it When they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I don't get it" And I'm still havin trouble believin
cuts from diamonds, in my pinky ring And I really don't give a damn, really don't give a fuck Bitch, you think I'ma play Cause I really don't like, anybody
And success tryna get away from me and I ain't tryna let it When they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I don't get it" And I'm still havin trouble
