'Cause I look so cool like this And I feel so good like this Got me feeling brand new like this I got my shades on Taking my jeans off Like I'm rocking Barbados But I'm keeping my shades on

Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club See my hoes, TWERK! See bad girls be at the strip club Good girls, they be in CHURCH! Always wonder why my grandmother Try to get me to go to CHURCH! Please Lord forgive me, I'm bout to take niggas to

Always gettin' in trouble And leaving little girls who hate to see me go 'Cuz I'm bad news, everywhere I go Ha ha ha come on bad news ha ha Well bad news travels like wildfire, good news travels slow They call me Ol' Wildfire, 'cuz everybody knows That

Aaaahh aaaahh aaaahh Oooooo ooooooo ooooooo Aahh, aahh aahh Ooo, ooo ooo Ooo ooo ooo Sweet child in time You'll see the line The line that's drawn between Good and bad

I know who you are, and I know what you're feelin' You know it's good Your environment seems to get brighter And the situation doesn't seem that bad Can you imagine this started with a lighter? Bad day, at work, crazy boss, crazy or worse Finger,

How come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father? A good dad, but a bad husband Why are you a good father? A great dad, but a bad husband How come you can be a Lord and a loser? A great dad, but a bad husband (Dad) (you said) Forever be a hero in

Knowin' that bad guys tell mad lies? (Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass) Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys? (And why do) Dog niggas (want a honey wit class?) Why do (good girls) like bad guys Hey yo boo, why do (good girls)

Good to go, good to go Fresh kicks (all day) new fits (all right) Drop hits (all day) then party (all night) Walk wit a limp, and I talk wit a lingo Party with a buncha bad girls in a Pinto Run up on a motherfucker wit a dull pencil Sharpen up a #2 on

And when I'm hanging by a string, Every little thing Is understood Stronger than steel and wood. Seen me through the bad and good. Between Martin and me. He was born in the woods Torn from his home. Well, he was naked,

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed