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It's All Bad Lyrics

It's All Bad by W.C.  

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It's All Bad (Talking)
Here's a story
About a b**ch
About a b**ch I once f**ked wit
Now I want ya'll to listen real close
sh*t's a trip
Peep game

Used to have a b**ch that was true to life to me
Damn near a wife to me
The b**ch was just right for me
Stood by my side
Used to help me wit my hustle
Down to pack straps and a cap if we had a tustle
I used to trust her wit my riches
I be in the kitchen cookin chickens
While she be washin dishes
150,000 in the attic
Pager blowin up all night, my b**ch never gave a nigga static
I used to make her mad enough to kill
Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my b**ch was real
Cuz she never stole nothin
Gaffled by the FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin
But wait
My b**ch is gettin distant on me
No more back rubs and kisses
What's happenin wit my little misses
Too sleepy for the sex play
Now what's really going on the same sh*t the next day
Damn I know she wouldn't f**k around
Still I taps all my phones and records every f**kin sound
Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin major
I duplicates the cap code to her pager
Now i recieves every beat
Cuz I'll be damned if my b**ch goin be playin me cheap

(Chorus)
Call it what you want but I gotta know
If my b**ch f**ks around then my b**ch gots to go (Repeat 2x)

Week and a half flies by and now I
Can't trust my b**ch doin sh*t
Track her through the mall, the cleaners, and the nail shop
The grocery store, and the health food spot
Dub you trippin I say to myself
'Is she all that?
I'm on my b**ch ass like I'm lo jack'
Just hold that
I don't really like when she be callin her best friend
Pull up on the lot in a black Benz
I could smell it homie
It's goin down
These b**ches bout to flirt wit some niggas and clown
Followed they ass to the Mo-Mo
Oh no
Damn this sh*t's for real
Now just imagine how a nigga feal
Cuz I been livin wit a hoe
And worse than that a muthaf**ka didn't know
She got's to go
I hit the chronic cuz
I'm on a mission
I'm havin visions
Of two dead b**ches missin Christmas
I can't take it no more
I cocks my strap ?takes flight?
And kick the f**kin hinges off the door
I skimmed the room with the infared
And finds my b**ch and her best friend naked in the water bed

(Chorus)

Now I'm confused
I puts my heat down
Mouth open like a muthaf**ka takes a seat now (?we's now?)
How long you been f**kin her?
I ain't know yo ass was on cock
Got me thinkin bout ? ?
She said I trust her like you trust me
If you trust we
Then us three could be livin in harmony
I get's to thinkin bout the pussy and the riches
f**k it I guess I got two down b**ches

(Chorus)

(Talking)
Ha yeah
Tell ya about these little stank ass scrags
Ain't sh*t
I got two of em now
f**k em
One for this braid right here
One for this braid right here
Gotta lick this middle one
f**k ya'll
WC CJ Mac



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