Lyrics:
by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just like Muhammed Ali
They called him Cassius
Watch me bash this beat like a skull
That you know I've
Yo, new Ghostface!
To glorious days, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all
Masked avengers, we're here to sharpen your sword
All praises due
Yo, new Ghostface!
To glorious days, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all
Masked avengers, we're here to sharpen your sword
All praises due
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
pokin'
Out on the po's, but I still keep yokin'
Blowin' by them haters who be constantly hopin'
That one day, that ya boy go broken
But, never that,
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
a bad thing caressing a fella gently
(What you doing with that?) Smashing her out
Cashing out, throw a baby bash in your mouth
Don't forget to RSVP,
lit
Compared to monster's ball yo bash ain't shit
[Chorus]
I pull up in a pickup truck with werewolves
Step out leanin' on a cane made of deer
still sliding in that civic baby
Three point switching up pivot baby
Cuz we bout the business shawty
This here just the beginning shawty
We ain't even
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas
travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs
Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time
With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9
To these niggas I'm
(Hook 1x) Chanel matching from head to toe grab my keys and hit the door jump in my rover and smash the gas tell that boy by I’m
I’m out here
drive by where we once held hands
But forget that, going down that path is a deathtrap
You pressed ‘next’ - ‘check’ so i’m out like a chess match
You said
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
you're right
You're sellin' out souls but I care about mine
I've got to get stronger
And I won't give up the fight
With such confusions don't it make
and bash, I'm like weed or the hash
I make your high last by completing my task
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Now here's a funky
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
They approach a stable, out of which
streams a beam of light. They dismount and enter to find a
typical manger scene, with a baby in a rough crib
doubtin' me
Now you be rappin' along that is irony
Anger issues I'm better off dead
Blacking out I can only see red
Main goal of mine is to bash in your head
gots you figured
[Corner]
Yo, wassup, wassup. Is money out here?
Yo, I just got a call from that nigga Tiki
Remember that nigga Tiki?
He on his way from
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
with him
Fuck on somebody from time to time but she ain't got no nigga
Her last encounter was kinda rough, it made her cry a river
How 'bout you bash
Exercising my rhymes like I'm burning calories
I got plenty of energy for my mouth to feed
I'm out here calling shots as if I am a referee
And if you disagree
Unpopular by demand I'm the man Sho'Nuff
Not even Saitama himself could withstand one punch
From the man with the iron fists lyrics bash your fronts
While you
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