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Baka Not Nice

My Town

 

My Town


Fucked up my bail, living in jail
Know I'm in hell, living in jail
I will not tell, they said I'd tell, I know the deal (Aye)
Fuck my CO, fuck my PO
They sniffing blow
Fuck my CO, fuck my PO
(Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap)
They sniffing blow

Mr. bad mon, put your gun down (Wooh)
Mr. bad mon, this is my town
Mr. bad mon, put your gun down
Mr. bad mon, this is my town (Yeah)

You ain't repping for the squad, you ain't gang nigga
You ain't bang for your squad, you ain't gang nigga
Where you reppin'? Where you stayin'?
Who you claiming nigga? (Fuck nigga!)
Sold your soul for some fame, nigga? (Ba, ba, ba)
You a fronter, you a stunter, you ain't even got no gunners
You want beef, you want war, you ain't even got no lawyers
I stay fresh to the death, niggas know I'll pop some
That's your girl, she see me, all this ice, she tryna holla

I keep the J's, they on me (Yeah)
I slapped your brains in the street
I play the game, it ain't free (Wooh)
I got a .40, it's on me

Mr. bad mon, put your gun down
Mr. bad mon, this is my town
Mr. bad mon, put your gun down
Mr. bad mon, this is my town (Yeah, yeah)

Big MAC (MAC)
Big machine (Machine)
Big machine (Machine)
Pig smashing (Yeah)
Pig smashing (Yeah)
Pig smashing (Ha ha)
Big bag, big cash in

Few money earners
Come through with the burners
I come through with the mad man
There'll be too many murders (Yeah)
I been watching the whole rap game
I got too many nervous (Nervous)
I roll over the gerbils
I came through in a German

Mr. bad mon, mr. bad mon
I'm with not nice
Man a bad mon (Bad)
Just like that (Yeah, yeah)
Just like that (Like that)
Gangsta party, just like Pac
Friend, who's a foe?
Woah, who's my bro? (Bro)
Go to the show (Yeah)
No, you's a hoe (Hoe)
What's that?
What's that?
There's no texting
No WhatsApp

Mr. bad mon, put your gun down
Mr. bad mon, this is my town
Mr. bad mon, put your gun down
Mr. bad mon, this is my town

I keep the J's, they on me (Yeah)
I slapped your brains in the street
I play the game, it ain't free (Wooh)
I got a .40, it's on me

Mr. bad mon, put your gun down
Mr. bad mon, this is my town
Mr. bad mon, put your gun down
Mr. bad mon, this is my town (Yeah, yeah)

done

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