Lyrics:
along) Cause I really can't tec it
Your cement mentality will end up in casualties
I got the right one, baby, and no you can't follow me
Got pieces
They tell me i'm going to fast
Pull up skirt off in the jag
Baby girl you can relax
Go pop them tags
You can get up in your bag
Cause I just want you
the mistakes
From now to then, see you again
I won't hit the breaks
Drag me down
Bash me right
Right through the heart
Take me now
Hear me out
Here's when it
mamacita mamacita
[Bash]
My mamacita got it goin on poppin the most
Like papparazi when they watch me and her hop in the low
No destination but we
back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW
Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars!
Respect my gangsta
I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha
I know +50
(Need to get them racks in)
Hold up wait a minute
If you know you know why family hate to see you winning
Niggas talk the Lids, I ain't speaking cap
C'est la course poursuite au cash
T'es trop lent, normal que tu te manges des bash
Elle est bad bonne et elle est fresh
Toi t'es bizarre de
stay thugged up to this lifestyle
Chorus: [Baby Beesh]
'cause I'm a quarterback
I smoke a quarter sack
Bash-a-reeny fettuccine
Mayne I told you
get a bash
I need some cash cashflow on mind
Chasing money while you chase gyat
Bro said he coming at me to attack
Be carful bro you might get smacked
I
I'm tired of injustice, I'm tired of the schemes
The lies are disgusting, so what does it mean, damn it?
You're kicking me down, I got to get up
Don’t you love me girl
Don’t you need me girl
Don’t you wanna make me
The happiest being you ever did see
How bout you cook for me
Do my laundry
Tity up
whole family out to China for Kung Pao
I can make you mine or baby
Come work for me
Ia' be your manager
And let you mind my business everyday
I run wit
odds
We must prevail
So we can see our paradise again
I'm fighting the urge to bash my head
Against the wall, I'm afraid that I will
Lose myself or that
and tell me what you feeling
Cause ain't nobody gonna stop this rhyme
West Side Homies on this track top of the line
So come my baby I wanna hold you so
its hard
You supposed to stay around
Baby girl!
Im lovin all yo passion
I dont mean to bash it
Im just tryin to get it
Out here in the street
Ja Rule, Chuck B-more
Every thug needs a lady
And every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feel me
Every thug needs a lady
Baby I'm convinced, you
The whole system sucks
[Janet]
Peek in the shadow
Come into the light
You tell me I'm wrong
Then you better prove you're right
You're sellin' out souls but
I
me alone
(Ooowooohoooohh)
And stop spreading all these lies girl
I guess you rather play the blame, game, ah yeah
You rather go and bash my name,
Show me whatcha gonna do about it!
Uhh! .. uhh! .. uhh!
Now y'all do me a favor, let me see you do
Do the bend, and stretch
Do the bend, and the stretch
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas
Along with that I got my baby that's unique right by my side
Locking me right in the cart taking my life out for a ride
(Yeah) Look baby see we're real
am bash ah
Killing them vibes
I tell am bash ah
Killing them vibes
She like you for 4 days
Now give them tire
4 days now you don tire
Now you tell me
we're from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Who's your
way you spin it
Boy getting Lei-Ed by the time we finished
(Woah)
You alright, mate? I see you're in my nation
You can see a black cab in
The talons
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