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Scarface - Good Girl Gone Bad lyrics
(Verse One) Mikey woke us up when he beeped us Said he found some dope, not only dope but it was cheapest Gave me the numbers, I said "Yo B, My nigga Mike done found some bricks 11-7 a ki" (yeah) It didn't sound legit, but still we chanced it And if it came through, we hit a big lick 11-7 real clean Then turn back around and sell them bitches for 17 We gathered up the money, we could score six Headed out to meet him with 2 uzi's and four clips Ready for whatever If we went down, we went down together We met him in his complex Niggas were hanging out, "You ready to roll?" (Bet) I knew it was fuckery Wanted to see the money, said he never trusted me But I can understand that I got the money right here, now where's the fucking dope at Now it's the time for the testing out the dope To see if it's flour, sheep rock, or some powder soap He went to his car to go and get it And never came back, oh shit, I wasn't with it Got me real mad Now that's the first example of a good girl gone bad (Verse Two) Sticking around would be real dumb Fuck this shit, I ain't waiting to see the outcome I hopped in my muthafuckin' shit Steady peepin' out my rearview, ready to shoot a bitch I got on the phone and called Chiefey He got me up with Jay, and I told him where to meet me These niggas be jacking you in Texas Met up into ?session? and tossed the money in a Lexus I'm on my way back to the crib Bido was ?naughty?, now guess what these niggas did Tried to run us off the freeway I slammed on my brakes, grabbed my shit and got ready to spray And that's about the time B woke up Popped in his clip, and lit him a smoke up Doing about 90 trying to catch him We spotted the bastard, said commence to shooting at him Somebody was riding in the trunk The bitch flew open, that was a nigga with a pump He aimed at the windshield (Duck!) Blasting the seat and in our face (Aww fuck!) Jay and Chief must of followed us Pulled up beside him, and pulled out the ride gun Put the driver's ass in check We veered to the left and watch the muthafuckas wreck We exited the freeway fast A perfect example of a good girl gone bad (Verse Three) Now it's time to do him Called up Mike to help us find him cause he knew him My nigga was real pissed Cause them hoes that had him mixed up in the middle of this fuck shit We followed Big Mike in his jeep Snuck up on him and caught his ass in his sleep His little boy was sleeping with him I had to wake him up cause it was time to get him But I ain't give a fuck what he done I ain't gonna kill him in the presence of his fucking son So I drug him outside He started to beg "Bitch be the fuckin' lying" Took him to the bayou Your ass has got to go for that bullshit you tried bro "But what about my son?" I got him He's in real good hands, he'll close his eyes then I shot him Now his son is calling me dad I got something more valueable than money, from a good girl gone bad |
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