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Good Girl Gone Bad Lyrics:[Lil' Wayne] Okay, I'm talkin' about a Good girl, gone bad Crooked world, wrong path Right Mom, wrong Dad I sing this song mad, but not mad enough to shoot you But it just eats me up, like some bbq from Luther's In the mornin' with the roosters On the corner with the boosters And she's the freshcut and they're on her like sutures And I wanna talk to her But her Mama has to school her I wanna see her better She's the weather of my future I don't wanna see another hurricane Baby you can kill the pain If you just let me explain Trust me I know what I'm sayin' You will end up on the track of an oncoming train Stuck in the passenger seat Travlin' through the fast lane [Bun B] Well once upon a time, there was a Mom and a Dad Who on the outside had everything people wished they had A beautiful daughter, two story house, two car garage And a white picket fence wrapped around the front yard See Daddy was a doctor And Mommy was a banker Mommy's job got outsourced So now Mommy's dranker Daddy had a malpractice suit Now he's a snorter And all this shit's takin' place Right in front of their daughter She says, “Daddy what's wrong?” But he's just too high “Mommy what we gon' do?” She just get drunk and cry Caught in the middle of two wrongs, tryin' to do right Lookin' for answers alone in the darkness of night They say... |
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Other songs of Lil Wayne (Tracklist):
Tha carter 2 (2005): best rapper alive carter ii feel me fireman fly in fly out get over - (with nikki) grown man - (with currency) hit em up hustler musik i'm a dboy - (with birdman) lock and load - (with kurupt) mo fire money on my mind oh no on tha block 1 on tha block 2 on tha block 3 receipt shooter Tha mobb weezy baby - (with nikki) Tha Carter 3 (2008): 3 peat a milli comfortable dr. carter gossip got money i'm me kush la let the beat build lollipop love me or hate me misunderstood Mr. carter phone home playn with fire shoot me down talkin' about it tie my hands whip it you ain't got nuthin on me |
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