Lyrics:
I say ooo look at that ass
Baby lookin' thick i wanna grab
I say ooo shorty bad
Talk slick yeah that shit that make em gag
Hol up
Woah dere
Step
And your lover was part of the hormone squad
Urge urge urge, the hormone squad
His kittens fell foul of the football team
Bash smash crash, plaster
right down to the Woodstock
Can't seem to shake her
Just gonna have to take her
Baby girl you dancing with me in the big screen
You don't gotta be pretty
She say she got the summer on smash for me
She want me to dive in her water
Splash slowly
She said I need you by my side
Boy in the morning
Whatever
sorrows, and Bring Motivation
With humble life lessons so the Ego Erases
Yet I wanna bash in your head with the Edge Of A Shovel
And then smash til
keep the K
Bash a dude's wig over Baby Bash
He my smokin' nephew, we be checkin' brazin' cash
We kept G's on the omni floor
Put the bloody bills with
pissy little cousin
Suckers are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen
You think you're hard with them hats and all that black on
You're not scarin' the X,
with a forearm smash
Baby, forearm smash
Baby, forearm smash
Seconds away gonna break your back
If you don't wanna play then don't give me flak
People
at the light by a gnat, I'm with you, not your friend, bitch, you are better
Hmm, lil' baby fuck for my dreadlocks, blue collar cons, got the feds hot
Just
the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
I took my baby to the doctor with a fever
But nothin' he found
By the time this hit the street
playing with Pride
Loyalty i've been a Kea since five
Integrity, Brothers that stay by your side
Got principles, morals that we all abide
Respect one
is Ash
I made such a splash in Smash Brothers Brawl
I'm catching em all
That's actually false
I'll crash and I'll fall
I'll bash into walls
But pass me
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
backseat
Let me lick your sack while
We're listening to Cassie
You know I'm tryin' to make it nasty
And the niggas that I fuck be
The type that's tryna bash
I am the magnificent, I'm backed by the shack of a soul boss
Most turnin', stormin' sound o'soul
I am double u, o, o, o, and I'm still up here
Ricky Ross (The Boss)
T-Pain (JR)
I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit
'Bout to have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy with a 4-54 in
bands, I like ass and a whole lot of cash
Flintstone the way I smash and I bash till it's mash
Just like Bolt I go fast, NASCAR hundred laps
Quick scope
the rabbit I used for a magic act then I stash it back in a sack that I bash with a bat till I smash his ass into smithereens
Hack his head off the top of his
λέω μην κολλάς, baby προχώρα
Έχουμε ώρα baby don't rush
Δεν με πειράζει να κάνουμε wait
Πάμε hotel να κάνουμε smash
Μένουνε αργά we stay till late
Last
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
next spring
When the bash is over, I'll tell you what I'm going to do
I got my trailer picked out, gonna move it down to Grandview
I got this 28 by
I am the magnificent, I'm backed by the shack of a soul boss
Most turnin', stormin' sound o'soul
I am double u, o, o, o, and I'm still up here
That's standin' by the car
I got a fresh line-up, yeah, a fresh outfit
'Bout to have the parkin' lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy with
A fo'-fifty-fo' in
on them asses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
Niggas mad because I know cash Rules
Everything around me,
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