Mojo Goon - Bad Days Lyrics

Jo Jo Jo
27 makin' niggas have them bad days
Fuck with gang it’s gone put you in some bad ways
And I put that on my motherfuckin' last name
Bodybags we exchange em' for the ashtrays
Biddy on the phone claimin that she miss me
How you miss what never was see that’s a mystery
To the side when she bringin' up our history
Say she love me baby girl that slope is slippery
Fuck outta here
Bitch I’m back up on my bullshit
Rather play the fool than be foolish
She say she tired of the city and the music
She gotta move
Not tryna' Joyner like I’m Lucas
I met a biddy and I told that biddy bust down
Got her she claimin' that she only tryna' cuff now
I think it’s lust causin' problems with her trust now
Got her sayin' that she only wanna fuck now (damn, wait)
All my flow is maxi
I feel bad for em'
Say he never got his ass beat
I’ll be his dad for him
Gotta send my shooter Beasley send some fax on him
Please believe me
Make E reach into the bag on em'
Clap a flack on em'
They keep sayin' watch my back I never check (never check)
Tried to swallow all my pride what do I get (what do I get)
Pain in my side
Pain in my back
Pain in my neck
Nevertheless, never a threat
I’m good as it gets
Better expect to get some
Bad days
Fuck with gang it’s gone put you in some bad ways
And I put that on my motherfuckin' last name
Bodybags we exchange em' for the ashtrays
Biddy on the phone claimin that she miss me
How you miss what never was see that’s a mystery
To the side when she bringin' up our history
Say she love me baby girl that slope is slippery
Fuck outta here
Gotta give these niggas scoops
Better when it’s frozen look how low I had to stoop
Aim below the belt
I keep your shorty in my loop
Was too worried 'bout the bitches
The Goonie had to regroup
Now I’m eatin' all the o’s like these letters in my soup (uh-oh)
Niggas quick to bite the fruit
Claimin' it’s the only way these niggas ever shoot
Never it but must admit that if they ever hit my route
STG that Mr. G would be the newest damn recruit
Beg your pardon
Comin' down to College Park with an open arson
This villy really bout the biz' like the goonie Marvin the martian
So bring the will like that nigga Carlton
I do this often
No Casablanca we ain’t lookin' kid forget it (kid forget it)
La la la la like I never wanna hear it (wanna hear it)
Ernie Hudson 'cause I might just kill your spirit
Niggas love to push the limits til we pay these niggas visits on they bad days
Bes' believe we keep the shottas for the bad days

Jo Jo Jo
27 makin' niggas have them bad days
Fuck with gang it’s gone put you in some bad ways
And I put that on my motherfuckin' last name
Bodybags we exchange em' for the ashtrays
Biddy on the phone claimin that she miss me
How you miss what never was see that’s a mystery
To the side when she bringin' up our history
Say she love me baby girl that slope is slippery
Fuck outta here
Bitch I’m back up on my bullshit
Rather play the fool than be foolish
She say she tired of the city and the music
She gotta move
Not tryna' Joyner like I’m Lucas
I met a biddy and I told that biddy bust down
Got her she claimin' that she only tryna' cuff now
I think it’s lust causin' problems with her trust now
Got her sayin' that she only wanna fuck now (damn, wait)
All my flow is maxi
I feel bad for em'
Say he never got his ass beat
I’ll be his dad for him
Gotta send my shooter Beasley send some fax on him
Please believe me
Make E reach into the bag on em'
Clap a flack on em'
They keep sayin' watch my back I never check (never check)
Tried to swallow all my pride what do I get (what do I get)
Pain in my side
Pain in my back
Pain in my neck
Nevertheless, never a threat
I’m good as it gets
Better expect to get some
Bad days
Fuck with gang it’s gone put you in some bad ways
And I put that on my motherfuckin' last name
Bodybags we exchange em' for the ashtrays
Biddy on the phone claimin that she miss me
How you miss what never was see that’s a mystery
To the side when she bringin' up our history
Say she love me baby girl that slope is slippery
Fuck outta here
Gotta give these niggas scoops
Better when it’s frozen look how low I had to stoop
Aim below the belt
I keep your shorty in my loop
Was too worried 'bout the bitches
The Goonie had to regroup
Now I’m eatin' all the o’s like these letters in my soup (uh-oh)
Niggas quick to bite the fruit
Claimin' it’s the only way these niggas ever shoot
Never it but must admit that if they ever hit my route
STG that Mr. G would be the newest damn recruit
Beg your pardon
Comin' down to College Park with an open arson
This villy really bout the biz' like the goonie Marvin the martian
So bring the will like that nigga Carlton
I do this often
No Casablanca we ain’t lookin' kid forget it (kid forget it)
La la la la like I never wanna hear it (wanna hear it)
Ernie Hudson 'cause I might just kill your spirit
Niggas love to push the limits til we pay these niggas visits on they bad days
Bes' believe we keep the shottas for the bad days