Lyrics:
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
around town is Baby Beesh
Pimpin' in high velocity, y'all squares betta back up off me
'cause we gonna do what the hell we do
Baby Bash the ghetto
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Gunshots ringing off in
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
I told them
Ay I said first off rip Trayvon shawty
Need a three strand twist by the two's don't get my braids wrong shawty
Nigga fuck round step
seen that.
You're flassy, so flassy
Now everytime I close my eyes
I think of you.
Damn, fine, classy, flassy
Baby aint gotta be flashy to bash me
it roll like a skater
Make her laugh no Ricky Bobby
On these nights Talladega
Baby bash my sugar fly aviator
And she holds me down
Love me like a 6
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
Make a move baby, mix some tunes baby
Feeling loose, lemme choose, L.A. views today
We're the news, baby, out on Tuesday babe
She's amused, by
gm
Get em Elam
Baby, pick em clean
Jordan Poyer Micah Hyde
Tandem safety certified
Bash em boogie
Boogie Bashem
Bashem till they petrified
Parading in
I been grinding ever since the elementary
I been waiting for this moment so intensely
Four years out the window fly by like a jet stream
Man I did it
As a songwriter, songs are your babies. You give birth to a song idea, a title, a phrase, and you watch the seed grow into something, tangible,
need someone to go to
Someone that holds you
Someone to be by yo side
Baby if ever you need someone to talk to
Someone to hold you
Someone to be down
that you hate me
That you're someone else's baby
And you play me on the side
I wanna be loved by you
I wanna be loved by you
Think you might just use
supposed to choke?
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Aw, poor baby, born by a whore lady
Now I gotta strangle an (you're crazy), ha
I pop four E's
supposed to choke?
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Aw, poor baby, born by a whore lady
Now I gotta strangle an (you're crazy), ha
I pop four E's
Only saw you once a fortnight at of all of them you had to choose that day
To Bible bash evangelizing in the street
Looking like a tramp who collected
weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's
back and said
I missed you so much can we take another ride
'By the sea' is what i feel, when I'm driving I-5 and my windows
Are all down and the music
Baby you can ride or you stay on the bus stop
Won't even waste my time if you a jay or a buss down
Fly my whole family out to China for Kung Pao
I
They tell me i'm going to fast
Pull up skirt off in the jag
Baby girl you can relax
Go pop them tags
You can get up in your bag
Cause I just want you
day, new cars, new motherfuckin' deal
Hey
Hey, baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey, baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Hey, baby
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
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