Baseman - Back On My Grizzy lyrics

rate me

Baseman, listen, listen

I'm back on my grizzy, with the 4 fizzy

Ran up to his car, spotted paigons in a mini

Fucking with my team is he mad, is he silly

Nigger don't scream, I touch you with this 9 milli

But all these bitches wanna ride pon the willy

Maybe later, I'm chasing the queen Lizzie

Serving all these nittys, linking all these kittys

And if you ain't getting dough nigger, that's a pity

Tings kinda heavy, gotta hold it steady

Hit him in his face turn him ugly like Betty

Nigger you ain't ready, is base hard very

Carrie, said she wants to play with my cherrys

Rocking bur-berry, or the fred perry

All these chicks pingin' through my blackberry

Nigger I'm a problem, the flow's quite scary

Listenin to max b or the machiavelli

Roller with the strally never gloves, no bally

Touch 'em like the Compton crips up in Calli

Chase him down the strip, I caught him in the alley

Sam please touch him, I had to one pop him

It's his own fault, why did he turn it into suttin

My niggers get cake, all you niggers get is muffins

Nigger stop running, you niggers keep bluffing

You said you getting dough but you ain't getting nothing

Rolling with the chrome, woodgrange is my home

Federalli on the block, tell them leave me alone

Up and down the street with the rocks and the stone

We put pots on the stove, we get ? in the ?

Let it of, say it wasnt me, Shaggy

2 man on the r6 with the maggie

They say that I don't know a lot about straps

But put it in my hand ill let it off and ?

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Thanks to Andrei

Thanks to Andrew for correcting these lyrics