Lyrics:
boulevard
I got you Jimmy Choo
What you doin? (What you doin?)
Tell me what you doin? (What you doin?)
Baby what you doin? (c’mon)
Tell me what you doin?
play it
Now I'm bumping Baby Bash so loud
I hear him saying "oh baby how you so damn fly?"
Swear to God, when I'm with you
It's like I'm soaring through
a new stock
Put the whole gang in a headlock
Kill em, dump his body over by the dock
Bash his skull in with a hefty rock
They didn't let you in are you
éprouvé
Pour te pardonner j'ai tout fait
J'me suis même fait du mal
Je laisse ma haine me bouffer
J'suis nostalgique au tribunal
C'est l'hiver il fait
considering my money status
Come at me again see what happens
You're not supposed to be here
So leave before I give you seven kicks
In the place that hurts
the breaks outcho car
I don’t wanna do this, cause I know I’ll hurt ya
I know I can’t prove it, but I really love ya
You can see right through me, like nobody
ass bitch with red hair, that don't care
Blazed by the shots and flares
Girl c'mon, follow me, and bust back at police, conceal ya heat
It's a bit
I like fuckin' baby mamas
See, I grew up without a father, he alive, but shit, he gone
Know he proud a nigga winnin', by next winter, he'll be home
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
Don't need another broad to come roll with me
Hit by, don't leave a clue to see
I'm a bag yea, I'm in my bag yeahhh I'm in my bag
Look at my face there
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
Or you hate on my parents cash
If you wanna be infected with hate
And lash out and bash me
You gotta choose one or two
It can't be number three
They hate
behavin like they are too good
There lived a little boy that was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Check it "Me and you kid we gonna
[Chorus 2X:]
I'm at Dope House smoked out, Baby Bash loc'd out
Doin tracks with Charlie Brown when he broke out
He chocked out his C.O., did it on the D-lo
laughed at me
Damn baby hand me the big strap
Your family kidnapped
Killed and bitch smacked woo
Welcome to Amityville
Three dollars get your whole family
in on me
I bash
And I beat
The skin
The weak fall down on me
And all that
I see
Is sin
It's creeping in on me
Beat me with the cross,
And now I think
I'm the luckiest by far (what you do to me baby? )
You may be my lucky star (you know)
But I'm the luckiest by far (but I'm the luckiest by far)
you been Preaching
Then go pick up hookers on Weekends
Straight up you make me sick
A rapid in uniform
Don't let him baby sit
Who the fuck is you playin
I know your life, is at lowest it's at one percentage
I told them meet me at the square, this is not the same Lennox
Oh, it's a baby bash, the modern
scar, baby
Said I've been goin' through somethin' different, it's not a heartache
You got emojis, by my name, none of em' heart shape
You try to tell me
the break is over
(Yeah)
My track record so clean
They couldn't wait to just bash me
I must be gettin' too flashy
Y'all shouldn't have let the world
one, you better use it
Listen, they pit convoes, see your way out before d jump over e
And if you want by the cheek so play silly, feel a 9 milly
hands up high for the dj
You know I love to see tha girl go wild
Movin n the club with the gogo style
Do watchu do
Baby work it out
All for
You know that a nigga is living it tropic
Yeah
You know that a nigga is living it
See we be gone like a missile
Baby mama say im tripping
Then i ask
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