Lyrics:
Damn, yeah, these niggas can't fuck with me
Where should I go
I want him to understand what paradise really is
Credit of Jacks, touch, thank God for
the coastal shores
Swim the mouths of flowing rivers
Trudge in mud down on all fours
C'mon baby let's just give 'er
Credit Cards are obsolete
Mobile phones
these NMB streets again
Woo, we could fix the market issue, fam
I been awake, 90's baby like I'm Tommy Pickels
For real, from the Southernmost axis
Keep talking talk like you're going to the studio
As I moonwalk through my moods on the radio
Turn up my audio, smoke it by the ratio
Couple bad
was thrown in the bad publicity
Flashback to the time with my Zac Efron styled-hair
I was held back by this fat-assed bitch who's crying (Wait!)
That
was supposed verbally abuse me in Public and physically abuse me in private
Love was supposed to bash my head Against the window pane
And watch
Where'd I fuck it up enough to end up
On Marion?
A strategic retreat
I got deceived by the Dean
Move back to Pasadena
For believers in me
I got a couple
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
me
I will bash you up
If a baddie walks by I won't chase her
It's just not in my character
Treating myself till I've had enough
Roaming at the oddest
and we have a good bash
But if you called me I'd leave in a flash, like
Woah
Baby, I just wanna hold you
Internet chores is my life, and I told you
Baby
up for you
Ay
I put it down, beat it up for you
I ain't been drinking but I'm drunk for you
Baby girl I should put yo ass in a mansion
Dream team, you
864 Baby no need to copy
The way that i pop it you think its a rocket
This aint a hobby
This is my life and you that a nigga is living it tropic
Oooo
how you go from Baby Bash to Baby Boy?
Niggas don't play by the rules no more
Gotta realize what the movement's for
Full potential need to find your
Cry baby, cry
Die baby, die
Eenie meenie miney moe
Catch a fascist by his toe
If he hollers bash his head
Is The only good Fascist
One that's
Let's get straight to the point
I don't mean to mess around
By the end of the night
You're about to go down
You should spend the night
Don't be shy I
and stash I think that's my disorder
No baby bash these bottles full of codeine mixed with soda
She said show yo ass I jump into my bag and damn near floated
Two thirty 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,
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
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
bash?
Open your throat look in the raw gash!
You hold each other by well groomed hands,
mumbling prayers to a neglected jesus.
The matradees quiver
bash?
Open your throat look in the raw gash!
You hold each other by well groomed hands,
Mumbling prayers to a neglected jesus.
The matradees quiver
Az Usual, the only way to survive
(4x)
[Second Verse]
My lifestyle, still crazy fuck how shady it seems
By my side bes the three-eighty, lady of my
in the Buick
Three up front, three in the back
I'm trying to get my dreaming back on track
Trying to get my credit back to black
Once credit was
in the Buick
Three up front, three in the back
I'm trying to get my dreaming back on track
Trying to get my credit back to black
Once credit was
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