That Boy Bad News Be A Menace To Society Lyrics

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Song Name: Tampa
Artist(s): Cico P
That boy bad news he a menace to society

Song Lyrics

godd^mn, lil’ b^^ch on that coke like Montana

godd^mn, lil’ b^^ch on that coke like Montana
I’m on hydrocodine, I’ma float like a phantom
Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer
I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa
And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer?
Knocking at that door, lil’ n^^ga, you gon’ get a answer
godd^mn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa
All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa

Mane, that boy lil’ boogie dawg ass got no manners
Yeah, you got some ass but I can’t f^^k ’cause I got standards
Don’t watch me, better watch TV, yo’ b^^ch might change the channel
She was finna tell you she in love wit’ me but I don’t think you can handle
All black the coupe from the Chevy to the Phantom
Pop up wit my ru, that’s lil’ heck, he from Atlanta
I might drop a deuce off purples stuff up on my Fanta
I can’t leave the crib unless I know I got the blammer
Hit her wit’ the hammer, if I don’t she throw a tantrum
Go on, bend it over, make it clap, this yo’ anthem
Run up on me, you gon’ levitate like a phantom
Keep knocking at that door, lil’ n^^ga, you gon’ get a answer

That boy bad news, he a menace to society
Everybody a rida but I ain’t had nobody ride for me
Everybody looking out but ain’t nobody had a eye for me
sh^t ain’t even that deep and you still chose to lie to me
Damn, you must think a n^^ga brazy
Lil’ b^^ch, what’s yo’ motive? I hope you ain’t tryna play me
Walk it like I talk it, I keep ten on the pavement
Smoke got me coughing off the Kup, I’m steady dazin’
Been hot for a minute, I been motherf^^kin’ blazin’
Mind been on the Benjis, steady motherf^^kin’ chasin’
I can sense this sucka sh^t just off the conversation
Steady doin’ all that wolfin’, guess he wanna be a patient

godd^mn, lil’ b^^ch on that coke like Montana
I’m on hydrocodine, I’ma float like a phantom
Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer
I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa
And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer?
Keep knocking at that door, lil’ n^^ga, you gon’ get a answer
godd^mn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa
All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa

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