baby jay – the basics (freestyle) lyrics
she got that… -ss shakin’ -ss flaking off my last blunt
the cash making get you anything that -ss want
act patient, you gone get it when your chance come
cause the way i kick it make em swear i’m jackie chan’s son
fuck with me, send the text when your man come
she gon’ throw it back because she on my d-ck and some
maam, i’m not handsome but i’ll make you feel some type of way
rain, snow, night or day i’m just a couple lights away, uh
i’m doing 80 in a 45;
you probably hate me its crazy how time is flowing by
but acting shady to play me just wasn’t gonna fly
give it a couple months, then maybe well go another try, uh
they say you live and you learn, well i learned
the only thing i deserve is my turn
with the given amount, of marijuana i burn
if i die throw a blunt in the casket or my urn
i’m a bad mothafucka, your b-tch she could get it
no kiddin’, baby jay my whip game exquisite
not to mention i’m far from the competition
stop and listen, these bars i spit enough to lock a prison
binocular vision, couldn’t knock me if i’m off the hinges
got so much thc in me i could block syringes
don’t tease me, if it’s easy probably couldn’t please me
i need a beezy that at least could roll a decent bleezy
turn on the tv, download me on a empty cd
and play it back when i’m gone and you no longer see me
who would’ve known baby jay could rock a microphone
man them nights alone had me getting faded writing songs
a young man, getting money been the one plan
ima keep spitting till my mothafuckin’ lungs can’t
and if you sleeping on me that’s a lane switch
when you speaking on me make sure that you say my name b-tch
cominh up in this world i was a 90’s baby
and i ain’t ever gave fuck it’s just the way they raised me
how could you blame me? california till i’m pushing daisies
how could you hate me when the car you in is from the 80’s
shit is crazy knew i’d make it way before they played me
ignoring ladies, i only need em when i’m snoring lately
swore you hate me till them doors went up a hundred 80
explore the maybes, i don’t even think the lord could save me
i’m about to hit the gas till the pedal break
let the weed p-ss, this life fast but i’m leveled straight
working two jobs to meet them ends that you never make
it’s funny how it goes cold world but the weather’s great
play it twice and think about it man, i got it sold
i was told always count my money before my wallet fold
keep it at the top, hoes on the bottom row
only 3 words i ever tell her is i gotta go
just remember, when you hear the name we’re nowhere near the same
give a fuck about the fame just here to do my thing
turn up, i got a blunt a bottle and somebodies b-tch
told you she was working, she was checking outta lobby 6
probably pissed, i give a fuck she told me i’ll be missed
cop me on a disc and let it play until you copied this
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