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califo baybee/jalique a3 - the race 3-mix - califo baybee lyrics

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[verse]
f-f-ck a beat i was tryna beat a face
but i ain’t seen his face, guess he did the race
cocained up, wheres the dust? dookie face
collio smacked his -ss like an ape

yaye yaye a3 (a’tre) in this bish
this race is gettin’ trazy (tray-zay)

just bought a sack, a couple wraps
you know dookie i’m facin’

a couple js, mix up a drank
sh-t got me feelin’ lazy (lay-zay)

ole’ girl can’t play, i hit it first
your man can call me ray j

you don’t know me n-gg-, ha ha
you must be a lame a

go ask yo girl she gone say
oh thats just califo baybee (bay-bay)

you thinkin’ of me, i’m thinking money
yaye my next payday

go grab my checc, i’m out the door
i’m headed home

f-ck a beat up, let it play
talk whats on my mind today
smokin’ dope, my problems fade
pencil swipe, it’s gon erased

gas so strong you’ll think i’m laced
feel my hands, can’t feel my face
fucc this race i’m just too baked
yhu say cash, let’s start the race

you say cash ain’t no debate
off the wall like michael j
hauling -ss like nicki
minaj some freaks when it get late

just want cash, so f-ck fame
d-mn i sound like lil jay
but you know i’m m8v3n gang
up them treys, all gas no breaks

dissin’ fam won’t tolerate
dissin’ gang might lose yo taste
still free bo up out that sp-ce
pray big homie beat the case

free the guys, f-ck the jakes
they dont like us anyway
undercover kkk
run up, head shot, i’m tay k

pistol clutchin, throwing punches dead
cause n-gg-s want me dead

i ain’t going, since you love your folk
you can go meet em’ then

i got plans, yaye yaye money plans
meet with with frankin (frank-a-lin)

presidents, wait i think they dead
sh-t collect they heads

faces, all up in my up hands
no it ain’t no photos

i keep cans
full of “whoop -ss” if you stone cold

dont be a dummy
lose you melons like a dodo

know felons who still toat the pole
like “f-ck the p.o”

f-f-ck a beat i was tryna beat a face
but i ain’t seen his face, guess he did the race
cocained up, wheres the dust? dookie face
collio smacked his -ss like an ape

lets switch it up boy
i dont wanna go dat way

gotta go dat way
i’ll expose him for his acting

dont gotta go dat way
cause that n-gg- know what happened

[adlibs]
gotta come this way
boy you not gon’ be happy (hap-pay)

[outro]
a3! (a’tre)

this might be the best f-ckin one

- califo baybeejalique a3 lyrics

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