Bad Little Baby - Jerry Dugger

Wheezy outta here Rose gold seat on a fuckin' helicopter Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari Let you ride it, know your route, and you're bad, bad, bad No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin' I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin' And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to- uh, yeah You my dawg 'til we dead, not a question But I can't fuck with you like I want 'cause you ratted Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band' And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin' on her Half a million, I just did a warm up for Half a million, uh, uh, mm I could buy the buildin' I could rent this shit out and save it for the children I could dead this shit out and give it to the villains Somewhere they can hide when they do some killing All of the rides got grenade ceilings Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million Rose gold seat on a fuckin' helicopter Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin' I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin' And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin' I be in the foreign, I fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt) Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn't decide which Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah Streets chose me, I ain't never had to sign up Then we hittin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up Beep, beep, beep, that's me, nigga, get back Real dope boy, don't know how to work a CashApp How many you got? I'll send it 'lone, bring the cash out I been sippin' lean, 'bout to pee 'til I pass out Went to sleep 'partment, woke up in a paradise Niggas stealin' drip but it don't matter, they don't wear it right They don't even speak but I can see I got 'em terrified Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night Rose gold seat on a fucking helicopter Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin' I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin' And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad) I ain't doin' no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad) We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad) I ain't goin' to a house for a meetin', yeah (Bad, bad, bad) Pull up in a truck, any season Niggas never comin' out, then we leavin' How could nigga take a loss if he leavin'? Quickly take off like I'm LeBron

September, On swing street September, Swing street See that girl She's the girl on swing street Last night there was a terrible fight on swing street Last night there was a terrible fight on swing street Last night Swing street See that girl She's the girl on swing street All in all they call me outlaw from swing street All in all they call me outlaw from swing street All, Swing street See that girl She's the girl on swing street Crazy as a loon I'm howling at the moon on swing street Crazy as a loon I'm howling at the moon on swing street Mad, Swing street See that girl She's my girl On swing street, yeh Swing street, yeh Swing street, yeh Swing street, yeh Swing street, Yeh, yeh, yeh Swing street, Yeh, yeh, yeh

Where we going? Are we going from the top? Who's that? It's the top, baby Come on up to the Ska life baby Come on up put your Ska light on Come on up to the Ska life baby Come on up put your Ska light on Put your Ska light on Put your Ska light on Put your Ska light on Let me introduce to you Let me introduce to you Let me introduce to you Papa La Ska Rubbing my head, giving myself a good talking to Fever for you baby's running 'bout two hundred two Somewhere in the distance there's a moon going blue It's breaking my heart, I won't be sharing it with you Come on up to the Ska life baby Come on up put your Ska light on Come on up to the Ska life baby Come on up put your Ska light on Put your Ska light on Put your Ska light on Put your Ska light on Come out come out tonight Come out come out tonight Come out come out tonight Papa La Ska You are the wonderful one You are the wonderful one You are the wonderful one Jah mo be there Jah mo be there Jah mo be there

Well, I went out on my lawn What did I see? Zantee misfits looking back at me Well, I went out on my lawn What did I see? Zantee misfits Looking back at me Well it may as well been Kansas Or even Idaho But those Zantee misfits Were coming to take me home Take me home Well those young Hegelians Talking about defense Young Hegelians Trying to make some sense Well those Young Hegelians Sitting on the moon Young Hegelians Wonder why'd we leave so soon Well it may as well been Kansas Or even Idaho But those young Hegelians Were trying to save my soul Save my soul Well I went out on my lawn What did I see? Zantee misfits Lookin back at me Well I went out on the lawn What did I see? Zantee misfits Lookin back at me Well it may as well been Kansas Or even Idaho But those Zantee misfits Coming to take me home Take me home