Lyrics:
any help)
(Do you need any help)
I can handle this job all by myself
Well I love my baby, she's a little lovin' and hugger
Cute as a button
Hip hop, the hibbit, the ibbity, hip hip hop
He don't stop the rockin' to the bae bae
Boogie sit up, jump the wiggy to the rhythm of the boogie dee
Light the sage
In this room to make it vibrate
Frequency that we don't even know if it's a Friday
What is time
Hit rewind to remind it's all by
baby it's all over now
(It's all over, this time)
Thought I was made for you
and you believed in me
I thought this was how love was meant to be
crazy now, a wrong move get you really hit
Watch out! Being goofy get your wiggy split
Music stopped being good, when biggie dipped
See, man I ain't fret
on edge 808s
Mountain goat (goat)
Just Kermit jumping to conclusions
On his tv show
Tryna hop out my life and
I don't Want you to go
Miss piggy my wiggy no
to the ounce
More bounce where it counts
They want no bottle me up,
And sell me by the ounce
I got that dripping Joe's candle
Your favorite juicy scandal
I got
I shocked the world baby, by rock'n rolla baby
Cincinattie, Tallahasee
Bourbon drinkin' redneck blues
L.A. voodoo baby, got me under spell baby
Black
gang then I chill it with gang or go link up with hatters (bitch, badders!)
I'm a trapper, damn right
Fifty shot that's a mazza, crash that live
Ah already fo sho fo sho
That boy frankie j hmmm
Happy p you sick for this dog
Baby bash
Girl I've got to know
Girl I've got to know
Fo sho
mastering it
Even the Japanesse are mastering it
All these things are breaking up
The mind of White Supremacy
Blackman, you don't have to bash white people
live stream
I got the cash
You invited to my bash
Oh you a dame-n-dash that's a low chance
You don't got a man you gotta understand
You a sly fox I grab
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
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
[Angie Martinez]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B.
When it drops it's game over,
World
I don't know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl
(Spliff Star)
There the nigga goes, let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome
(Baby Sham)
live by the risk, talkin' slick gon' get you hit
I'm hood rich but I never trick, she fine but still, I won't commit
Spoiled hoes throwin' fists, want
You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three
Or taking Henny instead
Taking liquor to her belly in bed
Until her belly is red
Now she's findin' out the baby is dead
She don't wanna live this life no more
some?
Baby Joe yeah that’s my family
He gon face some
(VL Deck)
Army guns for niggas that think they want it
Beefin’ with the precinct
The opposition
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
Herman hers relationship and Herman is really a sick foolish man, who was given the name Samuels by mistake and it's not his and so he isn't a Samuels
you tell me how you can live in an apartment, with the pieces
of a person, rotting away with decay and not know?"
"I was totally sick, to tell
around town is Baby Beesh
Pimpin' in high velocity, y'all squares betta back up off me
'cause we gonna do what the hell we do
Baby Bash the ghetto
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