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Privaledge - Bae From The Bay lyrics

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(Intro)

Yeah, it's all good

My bae from the bay

Turn it up

My bae from the bay

(Verse)

I got a bae from the bay, she ain't even know it

Say you bag one but you ain't even do it

Stop talkin' bullsh, you ain't even did

She know I'mma rapper, but she tellin' me a poet

Booty so big, she can throw it

And she bout to bubble like she bout to deal with Moe

She tell me I should put her on and I be like 'you know it'

You know it, you know it, you know it

Bae from the bay, that's my girl

Usually I trip by the side girl

Usually I trip by the side yo

But tonight I ain't into tellin' lies, girl

I can see it in yo eyes, girl,

You the type that would hurt a nigga pride, girl

Body like you tryna win a prize, girl

Where you work out er'day, every time, girl?

Instagram got a nigga thirsty

Sports pride J and a Jersey

And she got a body like Teyana Taylor

And I'm with Tiana Hurly

The motherwhole shaped like curly

It got me goin' down south, talkin' dirty

That's what you thinkin' when you goin' in my baybay

But she ain't trippin', she just got you on a journey

(Hook)

(Trippin' these hoes)

Ain't nuttin to a pimp x2

(Everything goes)

Ain't nuttin to a pimp x2

(Count them stacks)

Ain't nuttin to a pimp x2

(Got a bad lil' bitch)

(And when I'm in trouble with the feds)

(She don't say a word)

Cause that's my bae x4

(Verse)

Bae bae, I'mma get payed, I'mma get the chips, so you can get there late

You just want the chick, so we are not the same

I don't need a coat sign, got enough delay

Yay, make a couple fans when I walk thru

You ain't even got a chance when you walk thru

Only mad cause I got a couple rich homies, so you know a nigga

Make a couple bands when I walk thru

I ain't gotta holler, I just let 'em come to me

She could come to you, but she'll never come for free

Just for conversation, that'll ring ya bout a G

And she don't talk much, she just show you to the D

Yeah, train enough, she ready for the lift tits

You can tip her on the pole and she missed it

You ain't even know, yung nigga gifted

And my nigga bang the same killa as the lipstick

Money is a must, you don't do it domestic

Making it like I wished it, coulda been a statistic

Had to get in the game, these niggas ain't even listed

That ain't even in the ?, shout out my nigga Bzkit

I'mma go for the Mazi, you can go for the Civic

In the end I flix it, like it never existed

I just be doin' me, you pro'ly would call a pimp shit

We just get the money, what the fuck is on yo biscuit?

(Hook)

(Trippin' these hoes)

Ain't nuttin to a pimp x2

(Everything goes)

Ain't nuttin to a pimp x2

(Count them stacks)

Ain't nuttin to a pimp x2

(Got a bad lil' bitch)

(And when I'm in trouble with the feds)

(She don't say a word)

Cause that's my bae x4

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