Lyrics:
Living by my principles
Better check your precepts
Hating on the wave
You'd prolly rather take a recess
Excess ala AP; wrist flashy
Bit that mass
clocked her
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your baby
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your
see 'em
From A.M. to the P.M.
It's Young Baby Bash from a hustle Mus-l-I-m
I spit caps
I spit caps
And send a hoe, to the track, in Iraq
'Cause
Ah, push it
Ah, push it
Push it real good
Salt and Pepa's here, and we're in effect Want you to push it, babe Coolin' by day then at night working
Ah, push it
Ah, push it
Push it real good
Salt and Pepa's here, and we're in effect
Want you to push it, babe
Coolin' by day then at night working
Ah, push it
Ah, push it
Push it real good
Salt and Pepa's here, and we're in effect Want you to push it, babe Coolin' by day then at night working
(Check check ...this happened for real ...baby bash..yo.. Frankie j.... obsession)
Well it's early in the morning
And my heart is feeling lonely
be fatal to someone real
Guess fate kills
Just for a little skrill
You a baby krill
Whale
The more I think about it the ocean
That I'm drowning in
style flam and T why? We ain't family
Keep that real, I smoke buddha and pack steel
Check the rap deck, cause this is the last deal
Good God, baby pah,
Underground baby
Real underground baby
This clown don't smile and honk your nose
This clown don't wear big goofy clothes
This clown don't mind
it up close (real close)
Bend over baby touch them toes
You know how it goes
I'ma leave with somethin
Damn mama how u drop it down low (that low)
Back
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
the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck
and 9, every story got two sides, bro
I'm just glad that when he studies mine
He still wants me by his side, that's
Real love, real love, real love
(It's
touched by an angel
Touched in a lot of ways, not just for a facial
Nah, she melts my heart
It's been that way right from the start
I'm infactuated
She
Let your conscience keep you fly
Feeling real bugged out
Now I'm all drugged out
Reaching for the sky
And while the stars get to aligning
Creases I'm
Uh, trust fund baby
Lump sums, baby
Got a bunch of 'em, baby
Not some money, baby
Got much money, baby
Brrp brrp, the money comin', baby
By
the steel, or bash the steel
My passion real, I'm fashion ill
The pussy niggas are Massingil, mass appeal
My past is real before I had the deal, you dig?
by the bell
You know that sloppy face, that's a crooked occupation
I'm wearing a crooked Ferragamo belt
I'm looking for Tatyana Ali, to get my jockey
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
again, should ditch them, should I roll, this time I won't come back, I'm leaving this cold
Aight bruh, get your things back
A big heart like a real fact
they'll see
The wrong version of myself that I don't want to be
But now I'm breaking through, it's time that I bash
Through the barriers that been holding
for real, girl
I know, I know I want you to do is just be for real
(Be for real) Hey, lady, Yeah, baby, Yeah, baby
(Be for real, girl) Be for real
my music bjouj katsafrou bia lfo9
Tayer f high life
Kantfekrek by night
Ila jbedtk f my vibe
Yak geltlik matk3aysh
Mashi lkhatri talef
Bash ndir lik
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