Текст песни Baby Beesh f Mr. Kee - Quarterback, слова песни Baby Beesh f Mr. Kee

Текст песни Baby Beesh f Mr. Kee - Quarterback

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[Baby Beesh]Fo sho..Pass that sweet niggaAnd quit bumpin` yo gumsSee that shit you be barkin` mayneI already doneAt least twice mutha fuckaBling-blingin` some iceThe dope game hall of fameI`m in like Jerry RiceMoney fanaticThis nigga known for shootin` sparaticAutomatic wit the gadgetLettin` them suckas have itLike magic, "Abra Cadabra"Squash the chitter chatterYour blatter is fin to splatterWhen these hollow points scatterOh he bald headed, tatted upAnd got his swole onGang-banged outRowdy than get his roll onPlus he think he hard cuz he just got out the penThink I give a fuckI put hands on that manI`m from the shouldersHoldin` kilo`s, pounds, and quartersSmoke wit the smokersServin` all you sodasFrom border to borderBlaze your quarter on the freewayI got your mama and your sister havin` 3-waysGive a fuck nigga!I`m not trippin`Baby Bash-a-reenyWhat the fuck is you sippin`?Pimpin` the hood chickenMayne, it`s off the RichterGot the game locked like a boa constrictor[Mr. Kee]Boy I stay saved out like a playa shouldNigga don`t smash out to a whole `nother hoodLate night, plane flightWith a quart of G`sBlack-N-Brown, Ryda ThugzKeep it all to the good mayneStill 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 fitLike a drop top cadWith an all chrome kitTop notch bitch who will low-cat tripGotta treat `em all the sameGet `em off my dickShiftin` the fifthAnd shake them hatersCuz they be doin` too muchIt`s Mr. Kee straight up out the bayWit soldiers ready to bustBut the ruger keep rudelySpittin` slugs be hittin`Tryin` to act hardBut your sharp as a kittenCup cake niggaFake ass wiggaWest Side Ryda stays unforgivenWomen and cashBut the past ain`t my styleSpinnin` out of controlLike I`m diggin` my own graveBut I get paidGotta stay thugged up to this lifestyleChorus: [Baby Beesh]Cuz I`m a quarterbackI smoke a quarter sackBash-a-reeny fettuccineMayne I told you thatCuz I`m a quarterbackI smoke a quarter sackBash-a-reeny fettuccineMayne I told you thatUgh get your gritz onGet your gritz on, boy get your gritz onGet your gritz on, get your gritz onPlayboy get your gritz on

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