Lyrics:
tips
You should go and ask yo bitch
Moves in the swiss
Lowkey with my biz
Often going off script
But you never see me trip
Put her body on my audi
She
to apologize
Got nothing to say, I just hope that you cry a bit
When Ivy is not by your side
Don't ask me, don't ask me
Don't ask me if I'm famous, baby girl I'm
of the party
Has it together
Quotes Biz Markie
Jolene down in Santa Monica
Queen of not giving a...
She's like a classic
She's like bombastic
She's like
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
It's crazy got mad exposure for fucking with her yo
But chicks like that are bad for biz, I had to let her go
Whoa baby, you gotta go baby
I got some
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
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
But tell me what it is
No time for rumors baby
talking straight to the biz
Big daddy blvck
Sitting pretty in this bitch
And this year we had
Doesn’t
Pills-berry Boy you can tell by the flow
97 Baby, I'll get the shit sold
I'll get the damn pack, I'll flip it and go
Niggas be hating like shit, but none
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
Listen to B, I am the
Original S-K B-I-Z, RRAHHAAAAHAHHHHHHH
[Chorus]
You can do the hokey pokey or even the wop
I don't care what you do baby
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
birthday bash!
I got bread, I got meds
Movin dead, by a thread
Fuck a threat, I done bled
A lot for this shit right here
Tick tock on the clock, got diamond
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day,
your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head
Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs
Walk by the barbershop, and hit the glass with eggs
Then
around town is Baby Beesh
Pimpin' in high velocity, y'all squares betta back up off me
'cause we gonna do what the hell we do
Baby Bash the ghetto
Baby, baby
Now Puff rule the world even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies cum (yeah)
Get 'em all strung from the tip of my
Baby, baby
Now Puff rule the world even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies cum (yeah)
Get 'em all strung from the tip of my
or it didn't happen
I ain't tripping off attention boy I been had it
Get a little Chris Breez
But don't do back flips
I've been handling biz in a new
I told them
Ay I said first off rip Trayvon shawty
Need a three strand twist by the two's don't get my braids wrong shawty
Nigga fuck round step
seen that.
You're flassy, so flassy
Now everytime I close my eyes
I think of you.
Damn, fine, classy, flassy
Baby aint gotta be flashy to bash me
it roll like a skater
Make her laugh no Ricky Bobby
On these nights Talladega
Baby bash my sugar fly aviator
And she holds me down
Love me like a 6
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