Lyrics:
gon' make him fall
We ballin' out, basket
My whole team gonna ball
I be drippin' like hot sauce, had to take the top off
All this Polo on me, I be
I'm going HAM
Straight out the basket and
Straight out the trash can
Any motherfucker in my way
Will get a beat down
You can take the back burner
And me
though
The scars and the places that I’ve been to
You want to shut me out, let me in oh let me in
Washed out, basket case
Got bruises when i fell from
"This is a story about a family of bears
On a picnic without any cares
Oh, they're sorting out a basket of colorful fruits
Just a family of bears,
backwards, damn rumor has it
They told 'em that I'm out to do 'em nasty
Said I shoot 'em down while I'm out here shooting baskets
Was out here doing
it's no use.
You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room
On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit.
(I love you boo)
Yeah freak and Petey love you
the punch and form a cobra, uh
Come out of the basket
Snake charmer
When you blow my flute I'll make you come harder
Spit my poison into your eyes, sake
the punch and form a cobra, uh
Come out of the basket
Snake charmer
When you blow my flute I'll make you come harder
Spit my poison into your eyes, sake
Behind him ears corner him the boy take a spliff
Him take three gembelin out a haggler basket
Take a tin a Vaseline out of a young girl pocket
Take ten
in the dark
Let's lie in the flower patch
So we can stare up at the stars
Let's go to the market
And fill out basket up with treats
Then lay in
seen God through the curtain when I'm just barely asleep
She is holding out a basket full of scones and other treats
I'm starving but there's nothing
seen god through the curtain when I'm just barely asleep
She's holding out a basket full of scones and other treats
I am starving but there's nothing
Everybody saying m1 making classics
Im in my bag and you handing out baskets
Soft ass nigga's wanna talk about the action
Im recking havoc your stuck in
straight from afghan
Blessed you here's the napkin
Out here making baskets
Yeah my boys are trapping
Came out the clouds, what's happening?
My bad bitch
a pinup in a fabulous room
On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit.
(I love you boo)
Yeah freak and Petey love you too.
Ha ha
You know how I do
You may
And pull my strings
It must be something
It must be nice
To keep a good pet
Obedience, a word for conquest
Basket weaver
Stretch my breathe out
Basket
beautiful
(In a year's time) We'll be a perfect recipe
Stand out in this basket
They can cut us up as they see fit
But I know your kind
I can't get the taste
break the flute
I used to rush out of a basket like cobra
break the flute
my mind is blown like a super nova
This shit is gonna be harder
handing out baskets of joy
But I'm here where I belong
I might play a part in a late night fantasy
Say something smart
On the deck of a ship at sea
But
Look, yo, straight out the basket hoop
Yo, yo, grip the pack of potent
Yeah, grip the pack of potent
Uh, gripped a pack of potent
Look look, I
Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how I'ma tip they ass up out the basket
Beligerant glass heads, I'm bashing
No knowledge
to 'em
Throw all the dirt you want, there's no use (it's no use)
You still won't have a pent' up in a fabulous room
Up on her back, picking out a basket
to 'em
Throw all the dirt you want, there's no use (it's no use)
You still won't have a pent' up in a fabulous room
Up on her back, picking out a basket
of my glasses (chill)
I'm fuckin' more bitches than Magic
Straight out the basket, they say them young niggas havin' (hey)
The money too old, it's
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