Lyrics:
Hey did you know I'm black like Obama
Hahaha
I smell pennies
Why you gotta be so mad
Is this the Krusty Krab
No this is Patrick
It's just a game
Why
e Go see son of God
Twin glocks twerking clapping The machete couldn't fit in the Birkin
True talk e no go smell this gun Smoke today tomorrow dey for
No tomorrow
I ain't got no tomorrow
Cop foreign
I hustle like I ain't got no tomorrow
I party like I ain't got no tomorrow
Every fuckin' whip I
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 cypher slayers
Who buffed the train?
Barnacle on the hull of show business
Vote for auto dead horse battery
Murder perfect world Gerber Baby ecosystem
tomorrow or just excuse my complacence
I didn't think that I could near breathe on a daily basis
Without having her right by my side, our smiling faces
talk
Without you I don't wanna sleep
Without you I don't wanna try
I don't wanna live
Baby no, no need to worry about tomorrow
You'll never know what
a lot niggas
Im the realest one alive
No be like say them say
I’m the man
You can tell it by yourself
Don’t act like a fan
Baby sit back go along
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
to me
I swear that she'd be satan
No cause for debate, it's getting late
You gotta leave the gang coming by Eight
I fell for the bait
We on a date
She
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Yes, tomorrow I'll still be there for you
You may think this time goes by
That this
A horse pill you can't swallow
There's no tomorrow, nigga, it all ends
I been down with KRS since Boogie Down begins
(Boogie Down Productions) that's my man
Excuse me while I throw another baby bash on the bell, he said:
I like a chick who gets on her knees and begs
But no reason they can't adequately season
am the one (Oh, baby)
But the kid is not my son
(Hee hee hee, no no no, hee hee hee) hoo!
Rock with You
Your butt is mine, gonna tell you right, ah
spinnin.....my spreewells spinnin spinnin spinnin
now that's me coming wit dem playa made mexicans that's baby
Bash on dat a** thankin presidents some call her
racing
I know you ride, you ride, you ride
But I'm tired of try-ry-rying
No matter what, you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride
baby, but there's no one
Too many drugs baby, just want a rush
But I’ll figure it all out tomorrow
Tomorrow I'm gonna put away my phone
Try to act
Same niggas say they want sum smoke
Don't really want no smoke
They just wanna talk it out
But they don't really want the socket out
Pull up pull
we don't give a fuck, let the bodies hit the floor
We just gon dance like there is no tomorrow
Like there is no tomorrow
We gon bring it up like a ten
That's why I'm jukin', that candy cream with that puddin'
Is baby bash all about that cash an' that Mary Jane
You know tha game, I gots to gets tha money
And you're standing on the brink
Hold on, baby, hold on (yeah I need you by my side)
'Cause there's something on the way
Your tomorrow's not the same
baby, hold on (yeah I need you by my side)
'Cause there's something on the way
Your tomorrow's not the same
Hold on, baby, hold on (I got talk to you
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
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