We need more Rose,
My bitches gettin' thristy,
My words like New Years,
Christmas came early, (Burr!)
Got these bitches urling,
My earring's perfect,
My left pinkey finger rolling like George Gervin,
My name ain't Ervin, but call me Magic.
Abra Cadabra, top off the Phathom,
458 italia, first in the states,
Out of town plates, just to make it look great.
I need a haircut, plus a carwash.
I get out the car and they take their bra's off.
See I fought the law and the fuckin' law won,
Came back on Appeal wanna new outcome,
Overload your eardrumbs, hear it hear it come!
In come the Income, go and get you sum.
Say bye to the Bad guy,
Wave bye to the Bad guy,
Gucci Mane the bad guy.
Yes, I am the Bad guy,
Wave bye to the Bad guy.
[Chorus]
Came to this country with a dollar and a dream
And a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean?
I'ma bad guy, bad guy from start til the end
Say hello to my little friend (hello to my little friend)
I could've been a doctor, should've been a lawyer
I go to court so much I could've been my own employer
I'ma die a dope boy, always been a hustla',
Started off custom now (Say hello to my little friend)
[Bun B]
Came to this country with a dollar and a dream
And a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean?
I'ma bad guy, bad guy from start til the end
Say hello to my little friend (hello to my little friend)
I could've been a doctor, should've been a lawyer
I go to court so much I could've been my own employer
I'ma die a dope boy, always been a hustla',
Started off custom now (say hello to my little friend)
I get it passed customs
I got sizty racks laying on the floor in magic city
Like Samuel L. Jackson I think it's time for killing
I touched his wife titty and the nigga start tripping
That ain't proper etiquette you see the bitch stripping
A.R-15 whipped his ass into pieces
Don't get it twisted think it's all about the pieces
And all about the bracelets
I'm still fighting cases
Ten thousand for the glasses
Diamonds in they faces (Burr, burr)
Your own blood taste it
We stomp you till you tasteless
My t-shirt ain't tailored
You read what is said, bitch
Brick squad boss man off with you head bitch
Run for the exit
They shooting inside here
Parking lot gun fight bodies outside here
Police best bet come with the riot gear
Soldiers down to die here
Move to America
Dollar and a dream and a donor picture, tear it up
Came to this country with a dollar and a dream
And a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean?
I'ma bad guy, bad guy from start til the end
Say hello to my little friend (hello to my little friend)
I could've been a doctor, should've been a lawyer
I go to court so much I could've been my own employer
I'ma die a dope boy, always been a hustla',
Started off custom now (say hello to my little friend)
I get it passed customs
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