歌词
作词 : Colson Baker/Robert Ritchie/Earl Johnson, Jr.
作曲 : Colson Baker/Robert Ritchie/Earl Johnson, Jr.
When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad mother ****er standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can't see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad mother****er 'til the day I die
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad mother****er 'til the day I die
Yeah, bad (bad)
Mother ****er
'Til the (day)
I (die)
I'm a Bad Brains, Bruce Wayne in the fast lane
Couple Js in the ash tray, style mother****er
Tattoo'd back, man see the rap name
Take a bath in the champagne, wild mother****er
Straight from the block, dawg, ducking shots walking to the store
Dollar for a Black & Mild, mother****er
Blew up as a rockstar so I'm top floor
Throwing drinks on a cop car, foul mother****er
The only number calling up my phone
Is from my dealer, swear that dude won't leave me alone
Cause he know when I pick up, I'ma cop a couple zones
And my girl know I ain't ****ing 'til she roll me up a cone
I be keeping freaks in the home, yeah
Apollonia
Gold teeth like the Nolia
Keep 'em on, yeah
I be rolling stoned, yeah
I should be on the cover with my middle finger
Screaming, 'I'm a bad mother****er'
When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad mother ****er standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can't see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad mother****er 'til the day I die
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad mother****er 'til the day I die
Yeah, bad (bad)
Mother ****er
'Til the (day)
I (die)
Kid Rock, that's a bad mother****er
Young Kells, that's a bad mother****er (oh shit)
Detroit, y'all some bad mother****ers
Cleveland, y'all some bad mother****ers
Okay I'm reaching in my pocket
Got a condom and a hundred dollar bill (uh)
I can snort a rock or I can spend it on a pill (uh)
I be with some models that just flew in from Brazil
And they give me shit 365 days a year (****ers)
I'm the type to never go to sleep
I'm the type to break a couple mother****ers' teeth
I'm the type to drop a hit of acid on the beach
And fly to Baltimore and scream, "**** the police!"
Do not get it twisted, this is not an image
There are legends told about the nights I'm in the buildings
It is not a question whether or not I'm the trillest
Every bitch is pressing me to get some cum on their acrylics
1.5 million for my record deal and now I got the feeling
I could finally give a **** about my parents' marriage healing (**** 'em)
I'ma buy some mirrors just to put them on the ceiling
So when I wake up I see the realest mother****ers breathing
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad mother****er 'til the day I die
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad mother****er 'til the day I die
Yeah, bad (bad)
Mother ****er
'Til the (day)
I (die)