Lyrics:
on, girl, let's spend the night, oh
Baby Bash
Keith Sweat
Felli Fel
Mmm, yeah
just cannot letcha go let ya go
So baby I just had to let you know
That I cannot let you go
Can smell the sweetest scent on your soul your soul
break I can't wait
To see you in them high heels, making the track shake
I stack weights, so you know money ain't a thang though
It's Baby Bash
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
waitin for me
Tonight I’ll show her how I truly feel
Take her home and bring her down and give her a kiss
Baby you know that I’ll never
Letcha do-o-own
I
Should've letcha actions speak for ya like a pantomime
Wish that it didn't feel like this
Time went by and im still like this kuz
I know you mean well
I
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
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,
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
to find men worth remembering
Meet the prerequisite and shawty gon letcha’ in
I think she’s even on an episode of fresh and fit
Lady in the street she know
lubricate the smooth shit
Just to letcha know, never do I use it
Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cipher
Shorty the sniper Jeep
You know you cute little heartbreaker
Hips so thick you know you a prat shaker
You know you on the clock but you just won't stop
I see you walking
lubricate the smooth shit
Just to letcha know, never do I use it
Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cipher
Shorty the sniper Jeep
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
get peeled
I just baby, deal with the talk
You backin' the guns and all the law
So just hopin' these bastards know that we strong
Fuckin 'em quick in
get peeled
I just baby, deal with the talk
You backin' the guns and all the law
So just hopin' these bastards know that we strong
Fuckin 'em quick in
advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand
a bash
Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
Doin' the most,
break I can't wait
To see you in them high heels, making the track shake
I stack weights, so you know money ain't a thang though
It's Baby Bash
persisted
I know what I'm doing may seem vicious
Just know I thought what we had was precious
Bitch I got the reverse Midas touch
Baby I got nothing but love
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
What the fuck is this shit?
Baby, you see this shit?
It's like some, it's like some walkin' dead mother fuckers
(You will not replace us)
(You
stomped with the shells...
(Rampage)
...I heard the bitch-nigga yell
Caught Peter, man, by the speaker
Looked me in the eye and didn't even know
I was his
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