Lyrics:
you through glass ay
Baby bring that ass back
Maybe Ill clap back
Slap back
Counting stacks till my pulse flat
Her titties flat but Ill still fuck
about the cash flow
I don't give a fuck I knock em' off like Super Smash Bros
Thinking I was Wreck it Ralph the way I come and bash flows
I be chillen
and plain, the Chevy wit the blew out brains
As I bounce and mash, count this cash
Floss and flash, cop and blow a zip wit Bash
Since everything is big in
Alright, Alright)
Shawty be right by my side (right by my side)
Ready to slide
Don't go
Lifting that fire
Shootin the 9 (Saeiko! Saeiko!)
Posted outside
the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck
me
I came a long way and still I got a while to go
You probably thinkin' to yourself, "What's he smilin' for?"
My dog Bash about to be platinum
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
(Oh, baby do you)
That's right, that's right do yo' thang
Baby, do yo' thang, huh (smokin' up, smokin' up)
Ahaha, yeah, and it don't quit (smokin
of collision
Hit up and roll like a rock
Rhymes is wreckless and the flow is on top
Nobody rocks it quick no more
The beat is still brick
By brick hardcore not
another one of the nigs, take a swig
I can sing, brothers'll work it out without a gig
The gold mud in my blood, I'm a stud smokin blunts
Not a fuddy
down and taken it
That still hot smokin' gun
Yeah still hot smokin' gun
They've taken it
Still hot and smokin' gun
Oh, they've taken it
Still hot
down and taken it
That still hot smokin' gun
Yeah still hot smokin' gun
They've taken it
Still hot and smokin' gun
Oh, they've taken it
Still hot
stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
I been smokin' since
say she single and she searching but she’ll still hang out with me
cuz me I no dey run with things wey no fit benefit me .
Baby it’s no Pressure
I
down and taken it
That still hot smokin' gun
Yeah still hot smokin' gun
They've taken it
Still hot and smokin' gun
Oh, they've taken it
Still hot
the block, uh
Young Fargo, you know a nigga flied over the border like ships cargo
Baby, you know, smokin' on the five O
Got them bad bitches rollin' but
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
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
believe we ain't playin' fair, uh, you gon' die regardless
I told that bitch I loved her she still fucked my man's so now I'm heartless
Long nights I been
The spliff we smokin
Huff with a chop we do not
We make up a ninety pound sess crop
Last week!
We close in the Jeep, no fire for sleep
Dem come rough and make
lonely)
Smokin', smoke, smoke, smoke, smokin', smokin'
Smoking, smokin', smoke, smoke, smokin'
Smokin', smokin', smokin'
Smokin' by my lonely
down" m'kay
A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alcohol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't
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
I see it when I'm smokin' nightmares and chased by a build-a-bear, got crazy blues in my
head and I still be smokin'
Oh yeah, I still be smokin
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