Scotty Atl Bad Boy 97 Lyrics


Bad Boy 97 by Scotty ATL


You wanna ride with enemy? That day don't stop
I am all time a bad man, I was God damn
Mama she told me go get it, I stash 'em 'up in this heavy for nothing on
I rid up a dirty now make me million, promise get with it
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
I'm walking around with a PD Versace like balling my money
More money, more probl'
More money, more probl'
Talk about what a 'will stacking like me
More money, more probl'
More money, more probl'
See won't leave me alone
For, for let me put my city on
Never been a goom got this all on
Ride through the city with a '
Neighbor start with my dope boy
Use to keep a ball, cold boy
Sleigh in a all wide, old school
Get a little cleaning in this all bar
Really famous now mix well
Try to intimidate my mix will, great so need it hard with a vaca
Fine to go to caley and then inhale
To mons on my pass out, Reagy never put the cash out
Jack boy waiting and he couldn't lie
Hit it quick and make a mess out
Balling out, heard it jealous and be great to key
Never go several ain't it manner to that kid
Boy fly so they put several on the kid
I remember when my dad wrote a letter to that kid
Jilla man you a king and you better not forget it
Try to stay in top like a bandellar
When I go to Heaven I'mma thank galla
Young nigga wanna ride with enemy
Bad day don't stop
I have no time to be a bad man I was up the '
Mama she told me go get it, I stashed '
'see I run out a diggy
I made me a million rose and get with it
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
I'm walking around with a PD Versace like balling my money
More money, more probl'
More money, more probl'
Talk about what a 'will stacking like me
More money, more probl'
More money, more probl'
Start it with pussy, go pill
I will make a parel that's my good feel
Girl twice for the bare life
'say she forgot how 'feel
Swag on teen I was born in it
Dark in the 'in it
Late night cooking on '
Told proud for a hundred in it
Trouble hundred blow in a blurred noise
Gotta a bluff in my 'bad for my boy
Running like a full turning feel in my tugging fold
Get money much more, we don't let the duggy
I'm on my drake it ain't no G thang
Came to with it
She know what it is, she wanna hang how G hang
Sure do,
Sure ya all never in this and realize
Ya bitch try to be shine like a ..but she's a little lost
Bad day don't stop
I have no time to be a bad man I was up the '
Mama she told me go get it, I stashed '
'see I run out a diggy
I made me a million rose and get with it
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
I'm walking around with a PD Versace like balling my money
More money, more probl'
More money, more probl'
Talk about what a 'will stacking like me
More money, more probl'
More money, more probl'


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