Lyrics:
Bacardi and lime
(Baby Sham)
Spliff, I feel this way
If it's for my squad, let's play
Back him 'gainst the door
Patch his body with gauze
Mop up
a ballet
Foreplay
Baby, the sweetest brew
Heard you dance by the seat of your pants
Well ya better get on up when I come through
Oh let me tell ya, baby
I’m
Steve Harvey
Hated by nice few, loved by many
His essence is Godly
Heard rumors of his crew falling off
No not hardly
They want legacy like Bob Marley
call you a medic
You a fake nigga pass through you like reddit
Run up on me and get dropped like you’re credit
You’re big booty white girl be fucking
the gas station's when I'm feelin cozy
Deliquency in my bloodstream hyperpop as well
And some hypertension when I hear the prod. by baggie bell
Got the ski
know I survive off tips.
And by tips I mean the end of your dicks. Laughs.
I nearly lost my self again but now I'm found.
I'm the one stop whore house
Verse All I need is one mic no ice
I'm on it right on it like
White on rice
Tenacity to bash enemies casually
Dastardly
Captivating I'm captain
good
When I'm at a bash
Falling down
When I'm out of cash
Drive by avoiding a crash
High five that shit's a gold pass
the night? Yeah
I just gotta get by, yeah, yeah I gotta stay high
Why, I gotta do this shit for my slime, do this for my guy
I ain't tellin' no lies, we bout
look at me
(Schools for fools look at me)
Just a boy filled with so much glee, look at him he's so free (am I?)
But all I see was a child locked down by
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
that come with
the weak, the wack, the words, they're poor
I thrash bash clash mash and ten more
Blow up the scenery, I reign supremer, see
You need
You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three
She said she wanna fuck me with my uniform on
She grabbed me by the bat, now it's going, going, gone
I never finish sex 'cause I'm so juiced out
show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def
and was confronted by the sun
I came from a little bash at a club in the 'burbs
Now I'm out with the trash and I'm up with the birds
And it feels like
Wake up early morning
I got money on mind
I'm blind by my sight cos I only see Mandela signs
I
I might bite
Still a dog so do not cross the line
Wait I think I've lost my way
I can feel it invade my veins
Bash my head till it goes away
Think today
I'll blow out my brains
Decaying all my goods
Cre-cre-credit card
Do my se-e-e-exy little boots
Really make you hard? Make you hard?
Sexy, se-se-se-se-sexy, baby
Sexy, se-se-se-se-sexy, baby mm, papi
Mm, papi
Cre-cre-credit card
Do my se-e-e-exy little boots
Really make you hard? Make you hard?
Sexy, se-se-se-se-sexy, baby
Sexy, se-se-se-se-sexy, baby mm, papi
Mm, papi
to weak ends
Shots
Baby getting shots
Forgetting what I brought
Its credit for the cost
So we getting
Shots
Baby get shots
'Till we getting sloshed
Maybe
money using stolen credit card information.
Gather information and PIN numbers and make duplicate
cards. A skimmer works by recording the digital
I'm so numb baby I can't even feel you
None of your words ever seem to really get through
My heart been turned to stone it ain't a damn secret
My
some?
Baby Joe yeah that’s my family
He gon face some
(VL Deck)
Army guns for niggas that think they want it
Beefin’ with the precinct
The opposition
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