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bashy - freestyle 2 lyrics

they call me baller bash, i’m a dark skinned yute with a dark heart
i’m on the grind, mashing p’s spitting hard bars
man on road they think i think i’m star, nar
i’m in the hood, the same number like wahgwarn?
f-ck saying mind out, manna barge past
them wasteman who wanna try and block are path
i’m half dominican, my other half’s jamaican
(????) ar’ what a raasclaat!
them p-ssyoles who tried it, i’ll have the last laugh
i’ll take away their oxygen, their last gasp
used to spit for free but now i charge ca’
i race up the m1, i need them fast cars
i need them large yards, look after marge and parge
f-ck a normal job darg, that don’t look after far
wanna invest in art, i’ll rip this world apart
i got these streets locked, i’ll soon shoot up the chart
donate to charity? nar!
donate to africa but still f-cking girls hard ma
take off your bra, ta
your boyfriend is a batty, his cousin is a d-ck
his best friend is a p-ssy, he used to stink of p-ss
but i don’t watch them ca, i need to feed my belly
by using my words, get my face on the tele
the worlds on my shoulders, got n-gg-s on my back
refuse to beg on my knees, they’re already black
i need to use my head, i gotta get them figures
but never use my mouth to bait up another n-gg-
my eyes dem are open, i can see the funds
but never use my tongue, i ain’t licking no ones b-m
stick up my middle finger, flick through pinkys with my thumb
my wedding fingers clear, index finger shoots the gun
bracka, bracka!

- bashy lyrics

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