Lyrics:
lies on the telephone
Men are all primed for action
Wallets full of credit cards the main attraction
Men consider themselves with pride
Men are
baking soda, ah, put the magic in, that's hocus pocus
Niggas selling shots, and I don't even notice
True, they're babies to me, I just wipe their noses
havin' his baby
The bitch is driving him crazy
The motherfucker was violent
'Cause he was fresh out the Navy
She dealt with constant abuse
Never revealing
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
we're from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Who's your
lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the hammers
like we waitin for screws
With Angie Mar' BLOWIN
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
Baby tani kofe wa to sope no
She no know say one day man go blow
Life na one by one not two by two
My padi no worry your time go show
Alaye double
rich, rich
Mi wan fi, mi wan fi rich, mi wan fi rich, rich,
Rich, again
Mi want a million dollar by a morning
Tired fi hear mi madda and mi baby dem
rich
Mi waan fi rich rich rich again
Mi want a million dollar by a morning
Tired fi hear mi madda and mi baby dem bawlin
Mi waan fi rich, mi waan fi rich
barely make it, we got crazy cash
On the movie set me and my homie Baby Bash
Got your girl waitin to get her world shakin
At the Grand American givin
Then hands up by a fair up relative, or honey peep it
Couldn't be the severed, once determined to keep
Don't say a word, she told this slim, who was
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
frenchie , wooh an Flocka too
So if ya wanna test my crew STEP now by yo self boy You gone need HELP
Desert eagle under my BELT Mac 90 double clip or Flare
career
And you've been right by my side, baby, that's sincere
You gave me the confidence to have no fear
And then I took it all for granted, that can't
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out
the boom shot
Hit you with the lyrical bash, so won't last
Rudebwoy check your stash, caught the cash
And if you don't like dat
Somebody gettin bitch-slapped
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
what that debit do
She ask me is this whip a rental
Baby this what that credit do
I'm incredible
Eat dick up like it's edible
I be fresh as hell
This
the way
Like being in tournaments and
That's you that was all you
All I can do is just say that's my baby and be proud
But you can't take credit for
through Birmingham where the scenery is great
White tee few jewels and my swim trunks Bape HAHA
No cash imma put it on my credit card
You know my credit
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