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Yeah, it's all good My bae from the bay Turn it up My bae from the bay I got a bae from the bay, she ain't even know it Say you bag one but you ain't even do it Stop talkin' bullsh, you ain't even did She know I'mma rapper, but she tellin' me a poet Booty so big, she can throw it And she bout to bubble like she bout to deal with Moe She tell me I should put her on and I be like 'you know it' You know it, you know it, you know it Bae from the bay, that's my girl Usually I trip by the side girl Usually I trip by the side yo But tonight I ain't into tellin' lies, girl I can see it in yo eyes, girl, You the type that would hurt a nigga pride, girl Body like you tryna win a prize, girl Where you work out er'day, every time, girl? Instagram got a nigga thirsty Sports pride J and a Jersey And she got a body like Teyana Taylor And I'm with Tiana Hurly The motherwhole shaped like curly Letras de cancionesIt got me goin' down south, talkin' dirty That's what you thinkin' when you goin' in my baybay But she ain't trippin', she just got you on a journey (Trippin' these hoes) Ain't nuttin to a pimp x2 (Everything goes) Ain't nuttin to a pimp x2 (Count them stacks) Ain't nuttin to a pimp x2 (Got a bad lil' bitch) (And when I'm in trouble with the feds) (She don't say a word) Cause that's my bae Cause that's my bae Cause that's my bae Cause that's my bae Bae bae, I'mma get payed, I'mma get the chips, so you can get there late You just want the chick, so we are not the same I don't need a coat sign, got enough delay Yay, make a couple fans when I walk thru You ain't even got a chance when you walk thru Only mad cause I got a couple rich homies, so you know a nigga Make a couple bands when I walk thru I ain't gotta holler, I just let 'em come to me She could come to you, but she'll never come for free Just for conversation, that'll ring ya bout a G And she don't talk much, she just show you to the D Yeah, train enough, she ready for the lift tits You can tip her on the pole and she missed it You ain't even know, yung nigga gifted And my nigga bang the same killa as the lipstick Money is a must, you don't do it domestic Making it like I wished it, coulda been a statistic Had to get in the game, these niggas ain't even listed That ain't even in the ?, shout out my nigga Bzkit I'mma go for the Mazi, you can go for the Civic In the end I flix it, like it never existed I just be doin' me, you pro'ly would call a pimp shit We just get the money, what the fuck is on yo biscuit? (Trippin' these hoes) Ain't nuttin to a pimp x2 (Everything goes) Ain't nuttin to a pimp x2 (Count them stacks) Ain't nuttin to a pimp x2 (Got a bad lil' bitch) (And when I'm in trouble with the feds) (She don't say a word) Cause that's my bae Cause that's my bae Cause that's my bae Cause that's my bae From Letras Mania