Lyrics:
Big Black Bad Houses

Lately I have been frequenting bad houses Places no respectable man would be seen I hate myself for my weakness My past sickens me I tell myself I will

Let it go (Let this angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and

The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Bronx Style Bob is in the house

Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum But I wass jammed up at the crack house, all night

it like trial, Panatella Dutchy wine in my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back, Bugatti matte black

, you know Twist man. I get paper in my *dopes so bad like a mailman So fresh, so *dona??t, Head to the show. Sitting on a white and black car with *Orealeo

at and say hey hey I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey, show me some metal and say Hey hey hey hey I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black, singin', hey hey hey

s in my trousers (Boy) new double-D?s smashed in her blouses fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses) my nigga, we rent houses so many wedding rings

gone eat today I want me some steak Paint the caddy candy green hay bay bay Anybody try to hate they gone feel that cake In Baton Rouge keep a big attitude