Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
I'm a spit some of this real game
Some real s***, some real talk
Na, na, whoa, oh, whoa
Ugh, check my watch, check my chain
It's
get mad cause I'm real and they're jealous
Middle finger up how I feel when I tell this
N-I-C-K-Y plus a G is how you spell it
I got words and a torch
are when nobody by your side
Baby say we need therapy no an optometrist we dont see eye to eye
Danking the whip that the family drive
Leading the way
a lot niggas
Im the realest one alive
No be like say them say
I’m the man
You can tell it by yourself
Don’t act like a fan
Baby sit back go along
spinnin.....my spreewells spinnin spinnin spinnin
now that's me coming wit dem playa made mexicans that's baby
Bash on dat a** thankin presidents some call her
and making it free
Ron-De-Vu with me and we busting back, see
Even when I win, it feel like he lets it be
Like Great Day, me and my homie Baby Bash
At the same
the feature
I did this shit with no teacher
I done felt so much hurt, nigga might go speak with a preacher
Big Bash still gon' flex, "Hi, it's real nice
See through the years, I watched niggas live and die
Its social genocide and I been barely getting by
I had two jobs and ain't got shit out here to show
the mobile legends
At ease make way I'm coming through
I got my baby with me, yup, and we making moves
She ain't scared of danger, a trailblazer, my game
They always asking why Chaela got slow music
Truth be told nigga she be going through it
By the same one she loved she got cheated on
Crazy cause her
Yeah
Smokin' on gas, not no parsley, uh
Talk to 'em, Bash Barti (Yeah, yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah),
with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg
Any real niggas baby make moves
Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
Damn, them niggas stay frontin'
Try to Hollywood eyes the realness
But
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
hella bold
but I make no progress, never reachin no goals
my potnas they used to, smash and bash
talkin trash wit no remorse cappin on my raps
even
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
"I'm goin' back to my plac' baby, the falcon ?bleu?"
We got off the elevator, to my suite on the nineteenth floor
But inside, my boy {?} was tearin' up
please me
Me ah keep it real so you keep it real
Cah the love mi feel fi you baby
(stand by mi side)
Mi love baby, gyal make show how you love mi
Don't
right down to the Woodstock
Can't seem to shake her
Just gonna have to take her
Baby girl you dancing with me in the big screen
You don't gotta be pretty
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your corner baby?
They can never clone it baby
How it feel, how it feel
To have a real one in your
It's David Correy
Baby Bash
Woo
cnd I gotta work it out somehow
Gotta find the right words to say to turn you up
cnything in your world upside
and bash, I'm like weed or the hash
I make your high last by completing my task
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky
keep the K
Bash a dude's wig over Baby Bash
He my smokin' nephew, we be checkin' brazin' cash
We kept G's on the omni floor
Put the bloody bills with
the jiggy bounce
You got kids on your mind
I got cash
You want a bachelorette I want a strippers bash
Baby
You want kids
I want some hits
You wanna wrap
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