Baby Bash

Baby Bash - Quarterback lyrics

rate me

Fo sho, pass that sweet nigga

And quit bumpin' yo gums

See that shit you be barkin' Mayne

I already done

At least twice mutha fucka

Bling, blingin' some ice

The dope game hall of fame

I'm in like Jerry Rice

Money fanatic

This nigga known for shootin' sparatic

Automatic with the gadget

Lettin' them suckas have it

Like magic, abracadabra

Squash the chitter chatter

Your blatter is fin to splatter

When these hollow points scatter

Oh, he bald headed, tatted up

And got his swole on

Gang banged out

Rowdy then get his roll on

Plus he think he hard 'cause he just got out the pen

Think I give a fuck, I put hands on that man

I'm from the shoulders

Holdin' kilo's, pounds, and quarters

Smoke with the smokers

Servin' all you sodas from border to border

Blaze your quarter on the freeway

I got your mama and your sister havin' three ways

Give a fuck nigga, I'm not trippin'

Baby Bash a reeny, what the fuck is you sippin'?

Pimpin' the hood chicken Mayne, it's off the Richter

Got the game locked like a boa constrictor

Boy, I stay saved out like a playa should

Nigga don't smash out to a whole another hood

Late night, plane flight

With a quart of G's

Black 'n' brown, ryda thugz

Keep it all to the good Mayne

Still collar poppin'

Still feddy clockin'

Gotta keep this shit knockin'

'Cause me and Beesh be known for flossin'

Game tight stitch like a brand new fit

Like a drop top cad with an all chrome kit

Top notch bitch who will low cat trip

Gotta treat 'em all the same

Get 'em off my dick shiftin' the fifth

And shake them haters

'Cause they be doin' too much

It's Mr. Kee straight up out the bay

With soldiers ready to bust

But the ruger keep rudely

Spittin' slugs be hittin'

Tryin' to act hard

But your sharp as a kitten

Cup cake nigga, fake ass wigga

West side ryda stays unforgiven

Women and cash but the past ain't my style

Spinnin' out of control like I'm diggin' my own grave

But I get paid, gotta stay thugged up to this lifestyle

'Cause I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter sack

Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that

'Cause I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter sack

Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that

Uh, get your gritz on

Get your gritz on, boy get your gritz on

Get your gritz on, get your gritz on

Playboy get your gritz on

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