Lyrics:
Any real niggas baby make moves
Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
Damn, them niggas stay frontin'
Try to Hollywood eyes the realness
But
mastering it
Even the Japanesse are mastering it
All these things are breaking up
The mind of White Supremacy
Blackman, you don't have to bash white people
trippin off the balance of her ph
Lil mama needs some v8
I parted ways
Don't have time to beef with niggas and countin days
I'm amazed by all the peoples
a second job
Gone with the sun 'til six o'clock
Whatever it took to get by, she was gonna do
Didn't dawn on me back then but now I see
Without them, I
I could never buy a dream, I’d sell it
Yea I said it, cash no credit
I used to treat love like a virus
Now I got you in my life b I just might get it
my bitch kinda reddish
With that white girl credit
White sand by the kilo like a white pearl desert
Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka
I just got a call from my bank
I said hello they said good morning sir we think
You've been hit by credit fraud I told em nah
I'm just living life,
you wanna scream (make you wanna scream)
Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
Somebody please
cards, good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up
Y'all roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patrónin' it
cards, good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up
Y'all roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patrónin' it
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
gonna bash your brains
I'm gonna bash them right the fuck in
I'm gonna bash them right the fuck in
I got my new bitch a watch, i tried to cuff her
She
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,
You gotta sit back and count your blessings
You gotta name them one by one
Baby, you can't take the credit
For anything that God has done
I don't
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
a lot niggas
Im the realest one alive
No be like say them say
I’m the man
You can tell it by yourself
Don’t act like a fan
Baby sit back go along
go and get you one
All the cap and the hate ain't gon' get you none
Where my credit, can't ride the wave
Tryna eat baby I'm what you crave
They ain't
spinnin.....my spreewells spinnin spinnin spinnin
now that's me coming wit dem playa made mexicans that's baby
Bash on dat a** thankin presidents some call her
Don't know where I'm going tomorrow
But I know where I'm Going right now
Living day by day in the moment
Going forward , chilling out and slowing
tired of it man, fuck
Clean with the credit cause a homie ready pay his due
When I see majita I'm moving min with hella attitude
Pussy with the residue,
em well/ overcharge on the credit card Duracell
Panties off with her belt/ by her belt/ smack her ass with her belt/ with her belt/ tell my niggas I’m
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
two black titties bang
White cat's kitties
Cause the gas price shitty
Funny with good credit? Yeah
Fill my gas tank with premium unleaded
Plus got
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
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