Lyrics:
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
singing: Bash Bwa
2:30, Baby, won't you meet me by the Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy City
Hey yo must not sleep
I bash the bracket open and breach
The priority's bleached since that seventy-six umbilical severed
Majority's cordially
Casket music
Casket music
Yeah, uh uh
It's killer city, anyone'll run up
You from around here, I ain't gotta tell you to duck
With very little
Paul Wall, Baby Bash, what dey talkin bout
Its throwed off playa, it's throwed off playa its throwed off play(its goin down)
Chorus 2x
Its
don't care about the price
You know how I'm livin Casamigos on the ice
Cuffin on her booty grip it tight like a Vice
Inner city like Vice Got the glow
to myself
Ready? I'm no beginner
We'll never run out of health
Level up by the second 'cause
So much damage is dealt no doubt
I'll be the greatest trainer
a playa by nature, but I'm a hustla by trade
You need to roll with Baby Bash in the Escalade
We big tippers, syrup sippers, bird flippers
I'm the one
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
the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
I took my baby to the doctor with a fever
But nothin' he found
By the time this hit the street
for the gang brah
This for the niggas that came to the city don't switch never change up
I swear the bullshit they gone put out on a nigga
Won't hurt it
We came to have a good time
Get blinded by the city lights
I get just enough to fill up my cup
cnd try to have a good time
I'm just wanting your
a playa by nature, but I'm a hustla by trade
You need to roll with Baby Bash in the Escalade
We big tippers, syrup sippers, bird flippers
I'm the one
aint gonna let em down
Paul said it, Trae said it
Baby imma hold it down
Space city dreamin, I'm up in the clouds
Up so high, don't wanna go down
Space
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Shh the baby is sleeping
A blind date with CNN a click ouch
A click of beer man, that's the 10 year old
Motherfucking deep space evil
Nine
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
my game
I let 'em hang to the flo', snot on the snow
And full of kicked on rivals, it's for survival, in the intestines of the city
'Cause the game's
show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def
my game
I let 'em hang to the flo', snot on the snow
And full of kicked on rivals, it's for survival, in the intestines of the city
'Cause the game's
and chimes of the city’s clock tower. It feels like these sounds have existed here forever, part of the space, part of the life of the city.
Just next
sell 'em by the fiddies
We be making poop in interstellar cities
We be making interstellar babies
Green hoes on Mars
They be making my dick hard
Puffing
one who can actually be silent
Put my city on, let them turn up and even that would speak volumes
But i went from worn out sneakers dangling by
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
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