Lyrics:
done auto theft my drift (run it up)
E'time I go to the shake joint, e'body know I'ma leave a li'l' tip
She smart and thick, she classified, on baker's
painting ah purpose we give you this Art, giving an ode to Oprah’s heart to Rosa Parks we black and smart...I’m talking bout Baker tah Baldwin tah Jackson
found their man.
Gutsy and smart, with a rocket arm,
c hard-chargin' leader with a whole lot of charm.
Baker! Baker Mayfield! KING OF THE FOOTBcLL FIELD!
and tied it with string
And that smart little mouse, he got kind of a bright idea
The mouse mouse waited until the baker ran out of string
And as the baker
all these rappers deeper than my fucking shovel reaches
I got an unlucky baker's dozen of bullets that I could tease with
The gun is muzzled, but my
Proper Tea is Theft
AGENT ABLE
Met Snyder At Marxist Tea Shop
AGENT BAKER
What did you talk about?
DOROTHY
He was my boyfriend
I didn't know what he was
Bitchen min vil dø for
Meg hun baker brød for meg
Glutenfritt venter utenfor butikken hun står
I kø for meg
Når jeg har på strikket
Genser vil hun
Anita Baker then I got exposed
To Prince i think
It was "The Beautiful Ones" He was screaming
At the end and this lady who
Was playing it was saying
hitting
Long range I swished it, Long range I sw
Bitch you wildin', Girl I'm tripping (Ha)
She smart and boujee so what's up? I with it
Ass hit the floor
She bent over and said to me
Hi, I'm Karma Electra
Smart and electric
But be careful
I'll snatch your necklace
I'll break your heart
I'll take your
a smart shoppa
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go
'Bout to jet, get him, not
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
Don't get smart or sarcastic
He snaps back just like elastic
Spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics
We break wise guys just like
When the work begins to pile up
And your temper starts to rile up
That's the time a fellow needs a song
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker
You can
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
Don't get smart or sarcastic
He snaps back just like elastic
Spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics
We break wise guys just like
a smart shoppa
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go
'Bout to jet, get him, not
go broke? Oh well, that's a shame
I'm movin' smart, bro, we not the same
Bitch nigga, just get out of my lane
Sippin' lean, it go straight to my
these n*ggas is outdated like pay phones
I'm all about my pesos
My bonita, she give me besos
Then we right back to making that queso
Baker's Man, woah
baker Anita time
Got a text she just told me we needed time
I could ball through the 90 and added time
I don’t pick up don’t try me another time
Ima fiend
the sores and replace 'em with the force
The taker of what's taken the maker of what made and the flavor that you savor get a taste the baker's bakin'
the money
I'm smart, so they call me tony Stark
Chale you blast, gadammit I'm dak
cll I wanna do now, niqqa meet the Queen
cll I wanna do is, help my niqqa
code
These niggas faking, acting like hoes
Solo, cause they fold like clothes
Smart nigga, all my niggas six figure niggas
Scheming about these racks,
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