Lyrics:
Go Gadget
I see you in the club, you're looking at me, get on the floor
You're posted on the wall, well come on baby give me some more
Ain't got no
Rey up the hill wit a gun
For anyone flappin they tongue
Paranoia weigh a ton
When you livin life on the run
Laying low stackin funds
But posted up
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
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
on
I be posted up late nights
Cause I'm a day time dreamer baby
We don't see shit from the same eyes
So fuck what they like thinkin' baby
Truth is that I
down through the alley throw the blunt out
Cause them johnnies on yo ass cause you 11 smoking loud
Can't get caught by 12 now gotta bail out
2013 my
heh
I know I'm nasty
Can't put nothing past me
If you actually posted that tweet to bash me
I'll choke you out with khakis from your backseat
Don't be
Been in the motherland, posted up with my relatives
Now I'm comin live from China, 12 hours ahead of ya
Chinese people takin pictures, thinking I'm
World gonna end in fire n ice
But I'm too flashy, I'm too nice
If baby want it she just say the price
She gonna cut up on me
While she roll her eyes,
Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you
speechless
Like no-star Sneetches, like
Brain cells sucked by leeches
Short Beach is the best bash
If I was a woman, I'd demand a tongue-lash
Be tall
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
of all this combat
Can you tell me where I'm wrong
At? Posted up in a Hellcat
Won't be here for long, yeah
And I know you felt that
I can tell that you're
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
shawty to come though
No pressure, just pleasure if you want to
I mean... cuz I'm good all by myself
But feel better if you let a spitta share the wealth
show you can call me Reese or call me Moe
Baby meet me outside
Yea I'm posted up by my ride and you know I'm hanging wit my guys
And we getting high you
niggas now)
We posted by the water burnin'
Blunts and sippin' liquor down
(me and all my niggas now)
Stickin' to the script so baby
You ain't gotta stick
step to the front
Think about times I was sat up in cunch
E rode the I could never forget find a new plug I ain't paying a debt
I'm taking it now I
on the block posted straight doing my numbers
Getting ready for the summer out here faithfully looking for a come up getting ready for The summer
Hook: getting
Baby, I been on this shit from the jump
Know that I speak in 20 different tongues
Think I'm a bully? I'm takin' your lunch
Fuck up the block
That ain't
Posted up with this emo bitch while she smokes some kools
Baby, won't you take a sip on this here Aquafina
Only drive Teslas because that shit is much
yeah yeah
And All I see is snakes yeah
I run up a bag and I thought I done fumbled
I hear all the talking but they can just mumble
That 40 glock posted
(Staying by my side)
Go to court for me (Stand up and cry)
Pay my bail for me, make sales for me
Have a baby with me (This is what she'll do)
Not too
Shawty is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash
What you think all this Julio for?
She told me, "Go lock up the studio doors"
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