I'm a bad motherfucker, I'm a bad motherfucker I'm a bad motherfucker, bad bad I'm a bad mah'fucker Oh, have you been through what I've been through? Man, you'll be popping this shit too Oh, every time that I come through, I come through They say that

You can put a hole in my shoe I don't mind, yeah, that's fine For you, hoo, hoo, there's nothin' That I wouldn't do, hoo, hoo You can choose the channel When we're watchin' the T.V. Oh, babe, it's okay And you can pick the flavor

We put the world away Oh oh o-o-oh, oh oh o-oh I like the summer rain I like the sounds you make We get so disconnected You are my getaway Yeah we're so disconnected You are my favourite place Tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps

One more time We're gonna celebrate Oh yeah all right Let's start the dancing Music's got me feeling so free (we gonna celebrate) Celebrate and dance so free

Ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah (Secure enemy!) Yeah, look (If they do not surrender, shoot 'em on sight) Talking to my momma half the time (Shoot on sight) Talking to my daddy half the time Streets crazy, they don't salvage time (this is execution time) Look at the

Tone that shit down Wop, wop, wop, wop Tell me who can ball like this Y'ain't neva ball like this Tone that shit down (oh why) Weak nigga, ball like this Wop, wop, wop, wop (yeah) Might steal your bitch VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)

Ahhh, Ohh, Ahhh, Ohh, Ahhh, Ohh, Ohh Make me feel so good, make me feel so good right now Tell me what'd I say, tell me what'd I say right now Baby shake that thing, baby shake that thing right now Hey mama, don't you treat me wrong Come and love your

J'suis bien dans mon élément suis moi Ce soir je suis la cadence, crois-moi J'suis ailleurs laissez moi j'vais planer toute la night Toute la night, toute la night Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister DJ fais péter le son Pour mes girls mes homies sur la

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

I got to have you, ooh yeah If this room could talk You would know that I love you I want you, and furthermore I got to have you, oh yeah I've made a mistake in this room I did something I had to do I wish that I was dreamin'