Lyrics:
[intro:]
Ay ay ay ay ay hurricane ay ay ay ay I can't be wit you no more lil mama.
[chours:]
And that's why I'm leaving you
Sick of everything that
[intro: twiz (ghostface killah)]
Generals on deck, what's up, son?
(yeah, yeah, yeah... come on!)
Salut this (library shit)
(rock the belt, uh-huh,
[Intro]
You already know who it is. It's ya boy. Lil Weest on the beat.
Let's get it.
[Chorus x2]
Yeah you got that ass ass ass ass ass ass
Bitches
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,
make me wanna pop like some Pringle chips
The way baby workin got me dreamin', fiendin'
About her ass screamin'
Doing things that you ain't never did
to define the body shape
Big tits thick lips an athlete with big hips
African ass to hypnotize you on some sick shit
Your eyes beam speak fast giving you
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
[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Yeah
Ya drive a Chevy now
Yeah, I'm ready now
The car's stolen baby
But I'm rollin baby
[Hook: Jasper]
Cadillacs to Cutlass
For what it's worth motherfucker know your worth
Been talking my shit since earth's date of birth
Paid off judges
Bozo's with badges
Bash all their
the channel
Chorus x2
You are witnessing an assassin
Entering in your mansion
Literally with masked mask and take the gag
Come bash his ass with bats
I'm
pass a nigga by
Im only fuckin wit u when ur ass is in the sky
I just wanna smash it u get passionate its by
Stop all that talkin trash shit and pass it
Lemme tell you something
These niggas, they ain't shit
I am so fucking sick of these bitch ass niggas
I'm sick I'm sick I'm sick of these niggas ah
sick
Baby that's it
Baby I'm sick
She was thiccy-thiccy little crazy
And we bonded over liquor next door I partied daily
And we met by chance in her
shit baby, I'm sick
Baby, that's it baby, I'm
Sick
She was thiccy-thiccy little crazy
And we bonded over liquor
Next door I partied daily
And we met by
Intro:
[whistling]
Shorty!! shorty!!
Shorty c'mere baby girl! (I like what I see)
This go out to erybody man, a little station identification
And we
show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def
town
Whatcha' gonna do when you slip inside it
Grab you by the ankles it's a wide open angle
We're a team now baby it takes two to tango
Yeah but how
handbrawl but I smoke a little grass, who?
Clever with the math, Queens remember boom bash tricks?
When it comes to rap, Pharoahe gets up in that ass
the last ass-whuppin
Chop the bitch up
(Baby Sham)
Caught up in this foul mix-up
Tore wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up
Dig a ditch up where no
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
hear a peep
Creeping through your house, with contest
Kill your partner, then your ass is next
Get the flamethrower
Burn yo ass up like Usher
Bash your
straight or the right kind of Christian[00:28.44]That's where I live and it ain't no joke[00:30.01]Surrounded by motherfuckers toxic as smoke[00:31.93]When
bring your ass back
Here unless you bring me a gift, bitch)
The fuck's going on? (Ho bustas) 2Pac, nigga
Niggas who I thought I was down with and shit
and y'all haters
Haters keep watching y'all back
And y'all players keep creeping and stacking that paper
[Baby Bash]
(Now) Now why do these haters wanna plex
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