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End Credits (Laptop) · End Credits (Chase & Status) · End Credits (Chase & Status) · Roll The Credits (Paula DeAnda) · End Credits (Chase & Status) · Opening Credits (Laptop) · Closing Credits for a Fire (Mike Anderson) · Show Girl (Remix Parts Tribute to Jay Tee feat.Young Dru & Baby Bash) (Remix Kit) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) – and 90 other albums »


That's why I'm jukin', that candy cream with that puddin'
Is baby bash all about that cash an' that Mary Jane
You know tha game, I gots to gets tha money
the fella
In the Brite Nitegown

The eagle flies on Friday
My baby wants to bash
I hit the ATM
And march down the street
With a roll of party cash
old places
To see the same old faces
Look at the same old skies 
See them all with brand new lives
You get all the credit baby 
'Cause I love you
old places
To see the same old faces
Look at the same old skies 
See them all with brand new lives
You get all the credit baby 
'Cause I love you
believe what I saw
As I turned on the t.v. this evening
I was disgusted by all the injustice
All the injustice
Yeah, Yeah
Baby

Stop pressurin' me just stop
on
And I know that she be feeling me

[Baby Bash]
She in love with a hustler, someone she could trust uh
Someone she could get down with, cause she don't
lies on the telephone

Men are all primed for action
Wallets full of credit cards the main attraction

Men consider themselves with pride
Men are
places
To see the same old faces
Look at the same old skies
See them all with brand new lives
You get all the credit baby
Cause I love you baby
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
The Cash Cow lurks 
Who loves you, baby?
Who'll give you good credit?
Who says you'll regret it?
Who loves you, baby?
Who'll give you good credit?
Who
Ah already fo sho fo sho
That boy frankie j hmmm
Happy p you sick for this dog 
Baby bash 

Girl I've got to know
Girl I've got to know
Fo sho
Hey yo must not sleep
I bash the bracket open and breach
The priority's bleached since that seventy-six umbilical severed
Majority's cordially
credit check

Some people will pay you
With one eye on the clock
Others will have to pay
Through that friendly neighborhood loan shark

Fast, fierce
nothing without love

Oh baby show me a sign
Send up a signal, that everything’s fine
Come on slide up right here by my side
You know that I want to rest in
smoking no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi Magic City Juke Joint
Mr Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul to the devil
smoking no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi Magic City Juke Joint
Mr Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul to the devil
Lemon Drop  	Paul Wall and Baby Bash  	Fast Life  	Bryant/Goings/Lewis  	2:53 
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Who's got a head o' hair to match up with the raven?
Who's got the prairie sun in every smile?
Who's got good credit yet with ol' Mother Nature?
Hey, hey, hold it down, hold it down
Hello baby, I'm glad you called

We got a party goin' on and it's a free for all
I can't quite hear you,
a bad thing caressing a fella gently
(What you doing with that?) Smashing her out
Cashing out, throw a baby bash in your mouth
Don't forget to RSVP,
old places
To see the same old faces
Look at the same old skies
See them all with brand new lives
You get all the credit baby
'Cause I love you
so alone as everyone rushes by him.
You might think I give myself too much credit but I am juts dreaming.
I don't feel like you said, I walk the earth
a playa by nature, but I'm a hustla by trade
You need to roll with Baby Bash in the Escalade

We big tippers, syrup sippers, bird flippers
I'm the one
your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head
Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs
Walk by the barbershop, and hit the glass with eggs
Then
Printz Board on the beat

Y'all ready
Los
Hey
Ay
Bash
Show 'em how it is, mayne

Baby doll, I love it all
You know I love it all
I love