BABY BASH Beast In The Bedroom

Welcome to jornalpequenascoisas lyrics BABY BASH Beast In The Bedroom Lyrics, singer by BABY BASH

[Pre-Chorus: C-Ballin {C-Ballin slowed down}]
Girl, I don’t wanna love ya, just wanna {Take it down}
Come spend the night with me, I turn your {Life around}
So girl, give me them legs, I don’t know what they said
But I’m a beast, beast-beast-beast {In the bed}

[Chorus: Marty James]
I don’t know what they told ya
But I’m a beast in the bedroom
I guess I gotta show ya
That I’m a beast in the bedroom
We can do it on the wall, do it on the floor
Once I get up in them legs, you be coming back for more
So girl, let me show ya
That I’m a beast in the bedroom (Bedroom)

[Baby Bash {Baby Bash slowed down}]

[Verse 1]
I like ’em jazzy, sassy, classy, noisy and nasty
Don’t harass me, after I finish beatin’ the chassis
Beast in the bedroom, king-size, leg room
Turn your whole, world ’round, things that make your head boom
In the mornin’, on the floor, take a shower, back for me
Neverendin’ stories, she adore me, but no Mi amor
Do it with a player’s stance, I’m a savage in the sheets
Been bustin’ freaks, since, gettin’ cabbage in them streets

[Repeat Pre-Chorus]

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
One day alone, in my zone, turn the lights {Down}
See, I’m a do it right, let’s do it, right now
Cause ain’t no time for waitin’, my clock is always tickin’
Whole night, numb you up, leave your body, bed ridden
And when I hook it to the left, it’s like I’m bendin’ corners
Get up in ya, get up on ya, hot, as Arizona
Here come the splash down, welcome to Bashtown
Ankles up, ass down, blowin’ out your back now

[Repeat Pre-Chorus]

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Body shakin’, takin’ cold showers to cool down
Beated repeatedly, constantly make you move ’round
You know what it do, girl, I’m a make them toes curl
Findin’ all the right spots, got it locked, on the pearl
It’s not the Macanera, it’s not the same ol’
See, what we do is like the horizontal tango
Girl, I’m a stretch you out, mama, I’m a fill you up
And if you think, you can hang, I’m a try your love

[Repeat Chorus]

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BABY BASH Don’t Mess With Texas

Welcome to jornalpequenascoisas lyrics BABY BASH Don’t Mess With Texas Lyrics, singer by BABY BASH

[Happy Perez]
[scratching]
Lone Star ranger
Lone Star ranger
Lone Star ranger ( Sit-sittin’ on swanger )
Lone Star ranger
Lone Star ranger
Lone Star ranger ( Sit-sittin’ on swanger ) — [Lucky Luciano]

[Chorus: Shyykidd]
Don’t mess with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so cold
Competition
You could really want it
When you backing down, look what we have accomplished
Don’t mess with Texas, oh no
We just so damn, what, so cold
Got the big bangers
Cause the last swangers
Paint drippin’, boy, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout

[Verse 1: Lucky Luciano {Lucky Luciano slowed down}]
Ay, Lucky Lu’, gon’ come through, and do this here for Screw zoo
I’m a Texas boy, eating barbecue, and sippin’ on red Mountain Dew
{Lone Star ranger, sittin’ on swanger}
One in the chamber, ready for the danger
Five cliffhangers, I’m a show ’em how to tip toe
Here to wreck a set, bang, when I drop my fifth O
H-Town, San Anton’, ATX, Fort Worth
Dallas to the valley, man, it’s all about the work
What you know about the great state of Texas
Rocks in a necklace, leave a {bitch} breathless
Home of the players and the styrofoam cups
Woodgrain wheel and I’m ridin’ on bucks
Paint look slippery, drank not Hennessey
Brand new Bentley, same ol’ triple beam
Uh
And I’m Draped Up and dripped out
Eighty-four spiderwebs, got your boy tipped out

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2: South Park Mexican]
I got chicks like Pamela, from H to Canada
The only game I ever played good was Gallahger
Cold like Alas-a-ka, flip ’em like spatula
People be trying to bite my flows like Dracula’s
Spectacular, my rappin’ doesn’t seem to have a replica
Angel, I saw a dude go from Jesse to Jessica
Dope fiend blessed, I’m a money making maniac
Born in the gutter like a little cute baby rat
My lady’s tat got SPM in faded black
People say you look like Carlos Coy, but, ain’t he fat
Just like a janie sack, I’m been gettin’ Slim Fast
Prison life turn my cell block into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my mattress
Curlin’ pillow cases full of books and a atlas
Can you understand this or has a G lost touch
Walkin’ in my con chucks, livin’ out long months

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3: Baby Bash]
It’s that Dope House Records, jammin’ out of Texas
Mayne, I’m so powerful with quick reflexes
With the SP Mex’s, South Park on hollow
Happy P., got the beats on steroids like (??)
If I’m Italian, I’m a Capo, yeah, fully made
Retire from the game, and still get fully paid
Yeah
It’s the Dope House prophet
Thirty-five and forty-five in the state, keep it poppin’
Boy, what you slangin’
Boy, what you slangin’
Ridin’ big body, playboy, what you sangin’
Smashing down ten with a farm in my woodgrain
Hit San Anton’, and you know it’s all good, mayne

[Repeat Chorus]

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BABY BASH Body Moves Slow

Welcome to jornalpequenascoisas lyrics BABY BASH Body Moves Slow Lyrics, singer by BABY BASH

[Krizz Kaliko (slowed down)]
I-I-I-I…
I like to watch her move slow…

[C-Ballin]
C-C-C-C-Ballin…

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko {Krizz Kaliko slowed down}]
I like to watch her move slow (Uh oh)
Don’t move it too fast, take it slow
I like to watch her move slow {Slow}
Slow like siz-erp, but like the way you wiz-erp
Wiz-wiz-wiz-wiz-wiz, I like to watch her move slow (She is)
She make it move just my speed
I-I-I-I…
{I like to watch her move slow}
But don’t stop
Make the body rock
Rock-rock-rock, rock

[Verse 1: Paul Wall {Paul Wall slowed down}]
Peep game, that girl movin’ like baked bread
Neck row turned ring row, great head
Skin tone seems smoother than a water stone
Don’t move, girl, let-let me grab my camera phone
Talk to me, baby, you ain’t got no man yet
Weekend in the Bahamas, you got plans yet
I’ll tell you anythang if I could see that coochie rang
Lay-lay it down like Ballin G {Up on that California cage}
I like to watch her move her body like a rattlesnake
Ass vibrate the room like an earthquake
Slow-slow motion, her body screwed up
It must be some purple in the cup
Cause she movin’ so slow {Slow, slow}

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2: Baby Bash {Baby Bash slowed down}]
I kept sippin’ on Jemima, sippin’ on that molasses
See how big that ass is, I’m higher than {Giraffe tits}
I’m-I’m just checkin’ out my draft picks, ass is mad shit
Can slow mo through {3D with no glasses}
Slower than a turtle, a tortoise, harder than rigor mortis {No}
Is there none before us, I’m a Libra, she a-she a Taurus
Re-replay
Grind it out, baby, feed me
Then can call your rear phone, girl, let’s have a threeway
I’m-I’m into foreplay, we can do it your way
Just grease your body down, girl, Oil Of Olay
{So} Tell me how you pop that P, win it like a lottery
In and out like a robbery {Baby-baby, get on top of me}

[Pre-Verse: Krizz Kaliko]
I like the way she move slow, baby making me hot
Call me Usher, she got me like Oh my God! (Kali, baby)
I like the way you do that thang
Slow it down, baby, I ain’t going nowhere

[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]
Too fast, baby, slow it (Slow it)
I need the T for it (For it)
You the baddest chick in here, and everybody know it (Okay)
Let me see you move it like you got it stuck, a new trick different the one I’ve been used to
First
Get you over the hotel balcony, rip out the (??)
First
She movin’ sluggish like a snail do
Bringin’ out the beast in me, I’m a mess up your hairdo
Pour me somethin’ sur-pic, when we finished, don’t desert me
I might want some more of your sippin’, you’re like a slurpee
Do it slow (Do it slow…)

[Repeat Chorus]

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BABY BASH Kick Rocks

Welcome to jornalpequenascoisas lyrics BABY BASH Kick Rocks Lyrics, singer by BABY BASH

[Chorus: Mickael (Baby Bash Mickael)]
Can you handle my love (You better kick rocks)
I’m sick of your lies (You better kick rocks)
Sick about your issues (You better kick rocks)
You ran out of time (You better kick, rocks)
You can’t handle my love (You better kick rocks)
I’m sick of your lies (You better kick rocks)
I’m so down with your issues (You better kick rocks)
You ran out of time (You better kick, rocks)

[Baby Bash]
[Verse 1]
You think you’re so damn cold, you could play me at your game
While you wasting my time, girl, you so lame
Maybe you misunderstood, that’s the way it go
Sayanora, adios, we finito
New number, new phone, new contact
All your pictures, I deleted all that
New whip, new clothes, new condo
You better break white and gold, kid, pronto

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
That means bounce, dip, grab your {shit} and get out
Cause I ain’t even tryin’ to hear another word out your mouth
I’m remixin’, changin’ your position
And no more fightin’, no fussin’, no more friction
Your shopping addiction, tossed out the window
This is my house, I guess you stayin’ with your kinfolk
Cause you outclassed, I need you out fast
Used to be about me, now you all about trash
Baby, please don’t harass, or even tryin’ to stock me
I got restraining orders, baby, come and get your copy
Your game is so sloppy, messy, girl, when you text me
I don’t even read it, I delete it so sexy
Ha ha
And I know it don’t sound right
But you can’t turn a {hoe} into a housewife
And I know it don’t sound right
But you can’t turn a {hoe} to a housewife

[Repeat Chorus]

[Hook: Mickael (Baby Bash)]
Adios (Holla at ya later)
A-a-a-a-adios (I’m a see ya when I see ya)
Ah-ah-adios (But you know I ain’t {fuckin’} with ya)
A-a-a-a-adios (Move-move-move around with that noise)
Adios (Holla at ya later)
A-a-a-a-adios (I’m a see ya when I see ya)
Ah-ah-adios (But you know I ain’t {fuckin’} with ya)
A-a-a-a-adios (Move-move-move around with that noise)

[Repeat Chorus]

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BABY BASH Hit Me (BBM Me) If You Miss Me

Welcome to jornalpequenascoisas lyrics BABY BASH Hit Me (BBM Me) If You Miss Me Lyrics, singer by BABY BASH

[Printz Board]
Printz Board on the beat

[Carlos Olivero]
Y’all ready
Los
Hey
Ay
Bash
Show ’em how it is, mayne

[Pre-Chorus: Printz Board]
Baby doll, I love it all
You know I love it all
I love the way you walk
Baby girl, the way you talk
The way you break me off
You hear me, freaky thoughts
You know I love it all
Baby doll, I love it all

[Chorus: Carlos Olivero]
Baby, hit me when you miss me, girl
Tell me how you wanna kiss me, girl
Baby, hit me when you miss me, girl
Baby, baby
B-baby, baby
Hey

[Verse 1]
[Baby Bash (Carlos Olivero)]
I’m out here stackin’ duckies
Playboy all about my bunnies
That’s why I love it when you hit me, tellin’ me how you rub it
I like ’em freaky tales, followed up by picture mails
I hit you back with somethin’ cool, make you feel me like some braille
I’m on my humble hustle
Tryin’ to stack a gang of Ruffles
So me and you can bubble (Bop, bop, doo-wop)
Baby girl, you know I love you
You bad for real, head to heel, if I don’t answer, just let it bill
Let me know just how you feel, I love it how you keep it trill (Bop, bop, doo-wop)

[Repeat Pre-Chorus]

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
She send me smiley faces
All the time we spend in Vegas
And your smile is so contagious, see them back when you wore them braces
Everytime we have relations
I tape it on my phone
And she love communication
That’s the best thing goin’ on
Yeah, we wireless and mobile
Let’s take off, feel is global
Let’s go rent us some mo-mo
Post up with a gang of dodo (Bop, bop, doo-wop)
And my Blackberry crackberry, iPhone evil
Bust out the webcam, girl let’s keep it incognito (Bop, bop, doo-wop)

[Repeat Pre-Chorus]

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Hook: Baby Bash]
She be BBM-in’ me
Love the flick she send to me
She be bringing friends to me
She be hella fellin’ me
Sugar, please
Don’t stop, keep it goin’
Sugar, please
Off top, we ready knowin’

[Repeat Hook]

[Repeat Pre-Chorus]

[Repeat Chorus]

[Printz Board]
Baby doll, I love it all

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BABY BASH Go Girl

Welcome to jornalpequenascoisas lyrics BABY BASH Go Girl Lyrics, singer by BABY BASH

Excuse me miss, what’s your name
I don’t wanna tell you the same ol’ thing
Drop, drop it low, make, make it pop,
I can do this all night shorty
I don’t wanna stop

I need a go girl
I need a go girl, uh
Guh, go girl, go, go, go, go, go
I need a go girl
I need a go girl

[Baby Bash]
Go girl, uh, a show girl, uh, go-getter, for cheddar,
Denero, dope girl, a money on the dance floor
Getting low girl, uh, a trow girl,
With game that’ll make my toes curl
Cause she’s a beast in the bed and I’ma beast with her
Beat it up like a champ and uh she re-twitter
Bash be going hard, it’s the headline news
She rocking the fresh js, stilettos, the Jimmy Chu’s

Black white and yellow bone, watchin’ what they jelly on
Bringing major fedy home oo what’s poppin
We hit em with the honey tone
Bringing daddy money home
Got me ridin candy chrome
What that do

Shoppin for a new pair
Stuntin on you boppers
In the DJ booth
Giggin with some punk rockers
She my runnin back, player
I’m the quarterback
Send her down to Meh-hico
She brining me the border back

Excuse me miss, what’s your name
I don’t wanna tell you the same ol’ thing
Drop, drop it low, make, make it pop,
I can do this all night shorty
I don’t wanna stop

I need a go girl, uh
I need a go girl, uh
Guh, go girl, go, go, go, go, go
I need a go girl
I need a go girl

[E-40]
Uggh, she over there hittin it
She getting it,
Grittin it, grindin it, grippin it
Poppin, lockin, droppin and dippin it
Pickin it up and lickin it
Never missin a beat or skippin
She know that the fixtures diggin it
Look at her go, she kill it,
Bad ass boots
Big ass caboose
I’m tryin to get her drunk
Take her to the telian goose
Spark a fat ass blunt
Put a talend in her
Unplug the smoke detector
Get my head off and then eject her

Imma macaroni man
I don’t think you understand
I don’t pay for pussy when
Pussy pay me man
Steady stackin hustler man
All about my rubber band
Real nigga haven’t changed about money

Gotta keep my paper right
The brainwasher up all night
Picture this flow, she getting my dough
She bought a brand new bike
Letting em know, used to be proud
I don’t care she dike
Baby can go, put on a show, she do what I like

Excuse me miss, what’s your name
I don’t wanna tell you the same ol’ thing
Drop, drop it low, make, make it pop,
I can do this all night shorty
I don’t wanna stop

I need a go girl
I need a go girl, uh
Guh, go girl, go, go, go, go, go
I need a go girl
I need a go girl

California face with a down south rump
California face with a down south rump
California face with a down south rump
Ba, ba, baby girl scrumptious, uh uh she dumb
California face with a down south rump
California face with a down south rump
California face with a down south rump
Ba, ba, baby girl scrumptious, uh uh she dumb

I need a go girl
I need a go girl, uh
Guh, go girl, go, go, go, go, go
I need a go girl
I need a go girl

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BABY BASH Swanananana

Welcome to jornalpequenascoisas lyrics BABY BASH Swanananana Lyrics, singer by BABY BASH

[Mickael]
Cold Chamber

[Chorus:]
[Mickael in background]
[Slim Thug] I’m smoking kush, gettin’ higher than a plane (Swanananana…)
And the Cadillac sittin’ on the thangs (Swanananana…)
I’m so high, can’t control my brain (Swanananana…)
Where everybody keep staring at me, mayne (Swanananana…)
[Rich Rap] I got that bloom blap boom in the trunk (Swanananana…)
I got a superbad babby in the front (Swanananana…)
And every time, they see fly by, I be like (Swanananana…)
Swanananana, na, na (Swanananana…)

[Verse 1: Baby Bash]
I roll around, made higher than gas prices
And I don’t even got a valid driver’s license
I’m pushin’ luxury wheels, my pictures lookin’ priceless
My primo Pica and the clika hook me with the paisas
They hang themselves when they see the Suicide doors
I’m in the game, mayne, gettin’ all them high scores
Trunk quakin’ and it’s shakin’ up my rear view
I’m livin’ barbecue, mayne, you livin’ mildew
I’m a factor, not an actor, comin’ through in a Hummer tracker
Got them pills and pur-falactic, mayne, that player’s makin’ racket
That boy Bash be hustlin’, he be handlin’
Catch ’em out in Vegas, pimpin’, panderin’ and gamblin’

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
Thugga flyin’ first class and ain’t talkin’ about a plane (Naw)
I’m talkin’ ’bout the sticky icky sack of Mary Jane (Uh)
So gone off the smoke, feel like I’m ’bout to crash (Roll up)
That’s what a nigga get for gettin’ high with that Bash
Paint lookin’ splish-splash, Pops got me on they radar
I’m tryin’ to take you home, baby, I don’t need to stay far (Let’s go)
Roll with the Thug, gon’ show her Hogg love
Cause you the baddest bitch I done seen in this club
I ain’t lookin’ for no love, I’m lookin’ for a freak (Uh, freak)
Now let me beat it up, til I fall out to sleep (Hun)
The boss dive deep, better ask around ’bout me (Bout me)
I keep them girls sprung, they say they can’t live without me

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3: Da Stooie Bros.]
[Rich Rap]
I got that bloom blap
Blap-pap-that, pitty-pat, pimpin’ that idi-at
Slap that back, that baby gon’ clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Hangin’ out the Cadil-liac
Follow that slip, that sauce, that wet, that drip
Drippin’ wet, never slip
I’m elegant, but I can’t help that we melt all over shit
Who you rollin’ with

[Angel Dust]
I got that blap bloom
That zoom-zoom, wham-wham, swananananana, I
Put it in the air, put it in her life, fly by like I die-die-die
Frustating, didn’t see, know why
Paint pretty wet with the butter in her tie
No lie, we’re high, all night

[Grimm]
And we don’t care, hands in the air
Raised with the shades, squares don’t compare
I’m bowlin’ dowlie, dowlie, rollie, rollie, yeah, I’m rollin’
And yeah, you better know it, if you don’t, then get up on it, aw, ready

[Repeat Chorus]

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