Lyrics:
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
out get dinner with such a nice view
We can be corny let's get matching shoes
I gotta give credit where credit is due
Baby know that all I've ever
the roof
I don't wanna sleep, I stay up in the booth
Best that it ain't givin' me credits for mine
I show that I'm harder like all of these times
No ticket,
out the TP
Uh, remember them old days, Sandy Spring, my auntie in, TCP
Real live, I'm a 108, baby
Man, give me my credit, the flow is lean
Niggas really
get it
They just talking ain't got credit
cll that bullshit abeg just dead it
Just remember when I said it
Yeah I'm bout that yeah
You know I'm bout it
a flower some days I get a bucket
Don't celebrate me in private then try to bash me in the public
I'm still here and I love it
Loose ends you gotta cut em
in the pipe
X’d out mark the crosshairs
I’m calling it a night
Ayo Prem it feels good to be back home baby!
Yo! yo!
The big return like
They
I got my baby on the windowstill
And the blues down in my veins
Gonna keep my baby in bed all night
With my cigar and my smokin guitar
Keep
2021 by BGourd
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Created
Oct 6, 2021
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Man don't teach me in my suit
No leather skin I come
to smoke
No okey-doke, I'm packin' my nose with coke
Am I supposed to choke?
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Aw, poor baby, born by whore lady
Now I
walks
By the way that he talks this mayne
You can tell he's a part of the game
That man is such a gangsta
Baby Bash CD en første
Ting vi gjorde som var
night
Birthday bash you passed by
Something 'bout you got me wanting it
The way you walk you earned it
And, they way you talked you learned it
And, I
flipping
The new to the next, and of course the nextus
The greatest, the grandest, of course you expect this
In cash, boom bash, slash, grammatical
Continual
start, cold hearted droppin' punk names
You run thangs? Maybe, in your back yard
You act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard
Baby bash cross
Hey, hey, hold it down, hold it down
Hello baby, I'm glad you called
We got a party goin' on and it's a free for all
I can't quite hear you,
and get it
Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions
So now you know Baby Bash keeps it gut wrenchin'
Don't disrespect my mind, don't
'em boom so bash and bruise
And confuse 'em, wait a minute did I lose 'em?
I'ma put it down baby, fuck these kids
I will splash 'em and ask 'em who
the movie and I'm the hero
Stuck with me when I violated p-role
And came up when she started with zero
Baby Bash Latino Robert Dinero
She got with me
better
Don't be fooled by the ones who been jealous
Fill my plate I can make you my fetish
Be the reason I'm right when you left
Gimme credit but leave me
walk in the grass yeah I'm a goat but niggas won't give me my credit
I won't stop on red yeah I'm on go plus my bitch gone fuck when I'm ready
Aye, We In
to meet the King of Nazareth
Playin me close has a risk
I bash clicks like they was massacres
Blast the tear gas, thinkin I'm pacifist
That's the fifth, one
Damn baby girl whats ya conversation like
Are you the talk bout the stars and constellations type
Are you the stack ya money and improve your credit
Yeah,
Lord Smoke,
YM,
(Ey, yo Nes, let’s go)
I got broads in the Hampton,
And they all live for that big F,
Credit cards, and the scammers,
Big
Done
The first time I saw you, done
By the first dance was through, I was done
That one kiss, I knew
There was nothing I wouldn't do
Just
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