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Tytuł: Bad boy

  • Wykonawca: Ja Rule
  • Wy¶wietleń: 191

  
   [Ja Rule]
  It's Ja Rule
  Shae baby
  It's mad money
  It's Murder
  Heh, yeah
  It's Murder
  
  [Chorus Shae]
  Ain't nothing like a bad-bad, bad boy
  He treats me better then a good-good, good boy
  Ain't nothing like a bad-bad, bad boy
  He treats me better then a good-good, good boy
  
  [Shae]
  I, got a man, you understand
  He don't open doors for me
  He, don't have a real job
  And that's okay cause
  He's working me
  
  Got me goin' round-round
  When I take him downtown
  Make me want a bad-bad
  Got me going round
  
  Got me goin' round-round
  When I take him downtown
  Make me want a bad-bad
  Got me going round
  
  Ain't nothing like
  
  [Chorus x2]
  
  [Shae]
  He plays, with my mind
  He, be lyin' all the time
  Tells me that he's out with a friend
  But I really know, he's playing me
  
  Got me goin' round-round
  When I take him downtown
  Make me want a bad-bad
  Got me going round
  
  [Shae]
  Got me goin' round
  
  Got me goin' round-round
  When I take him downtown
  Make me want a bad-bad
  Got me going round
  
  [Chorus x4]
  
  [Shae]
  If daddy's cool and thinks he'll do
  I think he's wack
  Nothing like a, a bad boy
  
  [Ja Rule]
  Baby I see you, freakin' off again
  Pullin' up with with the rabbits in
  Knowin' you used to gettin' worked is droppin'
  Matter of fact who's Benz is you driving
  Drop with the chrome rims
  Something about it, hit it, when you feel love
  When it's in ya game
  But when it's real strong, still and all
  I'm lookin' forward to lickin' my --- on your tongue
  And when I'm done, --- on your love
  Don't give a damn where you came from, Ja baby
  You the one
  Gettin' it done, then hit it and run
  It's a damn shame that I do what I, do to gap
  And when I do, it's like two in ya mouth, what
  Me and my dawgs got guns to bust
  So when you cats get scandolous, you so high
  Even FED's can't hang with us
  And you wonder why they all wanna bang with us
  It's because, we the Mur-der-ers
  Any boy better then that gonna get...
  Hot slugs from us
  You really don't want that, unless
  You feel you can flow with the best
  Got the strength to obtain the rest
  Air out one time, it's about respect
  Bad boy, N-O, bring it in, no doubt
  
  [Chorus x2]