Текст песни Baby Bash - Quarterback
Baby Bash - Quarterback слова песни
[Mr. Kee]
Boy I stay saved out like a playa should
Nigga don`t smash out to a whole `nother hood
Late night, plane flight
With a quart of G`s
Black-N-Brown, Ryda Thugz
Keep it all to the good mayne
Still colla poppin`
Still feddy clockin`
Gotta keep this shit knockin`
Cuz 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
Cuz they be doin` too much
It`s Mr. Kee straight up out the bay
Wit 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
Chorus: [Baby Beesh]
Cuz I`m a quarterback
I smoke a quarter sack
Bash-a-reeny fettuccine
Mayne I told you that
Cuz I`m a quarterback
I smoke a quarter sack
Bash-a-reeny fettuccine
Mayne I told you that
Ugh 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