Lyrics:
eyeballed her frame
And said maybe another day
I'm with another date, myself
So baby I'll stop you right there
Everyone who know me
Know I'm frozen with
Look over here look over there
Went fast in a blink of an eye flashing
Come and going keep it rolling
High status time
Passion
Call me a queen I know
An Oakland is a term for broke bitches makin grip
When we sip
We laid out, to drip-drip dry
We be slip-slip ride
Through the Town doin' high-bys
When
really greedy, emotional, she a burden
My new bitch
A thot, not a lover
Posses my soul so we elope
And i'll be never set free
Baby, Believe
I've got her
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas
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
Up with the sky, baby, touch the sky, baby, you look so beautiful, I'm so high, baby
I want your love and your light in the dark times
In the dark
debatin'. I know there's no waitin'
I'm flyin' so high
To sun beams, yeah, yeah
Down the throat goes another bean
Sippin' slow, got me leanin'
It's a movie,
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 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,
restroom
Touching on her spine when she lies in my bedroom
I'll fuck her to sleep then time to grind on the next tune
Working so damn hard I don't know when
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
keep the K
Bash a dude's wig over Baby Bash
He my smokin' nephew, we be checkin' brazin' cash
We kept G's on the omni floor
Put the bloody bills with
Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school, new school need to learn though
I burn, baby
killed
Sixteen blunts and 25 bursts
Drive-by shooting I put in work
I have sixteen chicks suck sixteen dicks
LARS on tour from the motel 6 high off Acid
haffi have discernment discipline
So when me string up 'pon di corner fi a clash
Ah no tin pan sound weh me a bash
But ah false doctrine, said a whole
the curse and it gets worse as time goes by (what?)
Can't see straight 'cause I'm so high (what? What?)
Why ask why when you know?
Nigga, when its your
WHASSUP?!
Chorus: {vocal samples)
"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon
"Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." ->
beat it out the line and it'll fuck ya spine up
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah, baby, flatline
Outy when I drive, flatline
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah,
sad, dude
I still don't know if this baby is mine or not
So when he's born, who's gonna be the fuckin' dad? You?
the curse and it gets worse as time goes by (what?)
Can't see straight 'cause I'm so high (what? What?)
Why ask why when you know?
Nigga, when its your
right
Need you by my side
By the ocean
When I'm with you baby
I feel like Floating
Too high, high
Up in the sky baby
Too high, high
Up in the sky baby
Too
lookin for that nigga Peter
(Baby Sham)
Chill, let's bounce
Spliff is high on 'bout a half an ounce
If he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye
the break is over
(Yeah)
My track record so clean
They couldn't wait to just bash me
I must be gettin' too flashy
Y'all shouldn't have let the world
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