If you want it Come and get it Yeah ... 1,7 eagle, eagle Weezy my name Yup (?) fire fire Till no more flame left We da people who ya people told you
I guess you know I'm Bad (bad) [I got a problem] Shopaholic is what they call 'em my addiction, my prescription Gimme shoes and give me bags how much
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the neck of "just friends" We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not
It was pretty this morning Put some flowers in the ground Sun was shining this morning Planted flowers all around Got my business out of the way And
1-7 eagle eagle weezy my name yup he da he da fire fire turn up my flame left we the people we your people told you not to speak to peeps will leave you
I'm going to make a change For once in my life It's gonna feel real good Gonna make a difference, gonna make it right As I turned up the collar on my
Yeah and I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans, girls, money
See that girl with the red dress on She can do it all night long She's a bad girl, she's a bad girl I know a girl that likes to flirt She can do it in
(Akon) Konvict Ooh eyy Ooh eyy Ooh eyy Its akon and UGK and UGK and UGK Its akon That girl she got me way she movin in place and bendin in front of these
BAD FOR GOOD Music: Rudolf Schenker Lyrics: Klaus Meine, Dieter Dierks Bad for good She tells it like it is The french word of a kiss She's so bad for
Yeah Ooh Ooh...ooh...hoo Look at her She?s a bad mama jama Just as fine as she can be, hey She?s a bad mama jama Just as fine as she can be Her body
Do the bad thing Take off your wedding ring But it won't make it that much easier It might make it worse Oh the night's like a whirlwind Somebody's girlfriend
I was waiting in the back-seat of the car When I knew I'd given up Down one of the back-streets by the park So sick of the taste of blood I'm gonna write
I guess they know I'm bad, bad I gotta problem, gimme the money Shopaholic's what they call 'em My addiction, my prescription Gimme shoes and give me
I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation You're living in the past, it's a new generation A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna
I get mad wicked, and catch a bad one by the funker (Fuck around) I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker 'Cause my brain is twisted
No news, that's good news, someone's gonna break See things change, yeah I've been changing everything It's peaceful, the pitch black, when the last light
(Go ahead London) Bad laugh?, Bad language Bad news, Bad When I'm at home My woman won't leave me alone And that's bad So bad So I walked out