Lyrics: BABY BASH "BETTER THAN I CAN TELL YA" (0/1)

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Yeah, yeah

[Russell Lee]

Yeah, Yeah

I'm a spit some of this real game

Some real shit, some real talk

Some real shit

Na, na, whoa, oh, whoa

Some real talk

Na, na

Ugh, check my watch, check my chain

Whoa-oh, Whoa

It's simple and plain, the Chevy wit the blew out brains

As I bounce and mash, count this cash

[Richie Rich]

Floss and flash, cop and blow a zip wit Bash

Ugh, check my watch

Check my chain

Since everything is big in Texas then where's the zag's?

It's simple and plain

I'm across the finish line, tell me where's the flags?

The Chevy wit the blew out brains

Brought my rag top, should have brought the Jag

As I bounce and mash

On the beach me and Beesh, look at all this ass

Count this cash

Floss and flash

Cop and blow a zip wit Bash

Since everything is big in Texas

then where's the zag's?

I'm a cross the finish line

Tell me where's the flags?

Brought my rag top

Should have brought the Jag

On the beach me and Beesh

Look at all this ass

I could tell you stories but can show you cash

Give you game and secrets that I know you'll pass

To the next playa hater and he'll break like glass

To the next playa hater

Now I got a bunch of people digging' through my pads

And he'll break like glass

Now I got a bunch of people

So I choose to floss 'cause who's the boss, let's ink it

digging' through my pads

So I choose to floss

Cuz who's the boss, let's ink it

It's Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it

Some yell it and tell it, I blow it and smoke it and smell it

Some yell it and tell it

I blow it and smoke it and smell it

Let's spend tokens wit my people who sell it, what?

I can show you better than I can tell ya

[Chorus: Russell Lee]

I can show you better than I can tell ya

I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya

I can show you better than I can tell ya

I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya

But it's really nothin' though

I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah

But it's really nothin' though

But it's really nothin' though (But

it's really nothin' though)

I could show you somethin' dirty deep up in them corners mayne

But it's really nothin' though (But

What's the deal?

it's really nothin' though)

I could bend the block and make it hotter than a Forman grill

[Baby Bash]

I could show you somethin' dirty deep

up in them corners mayne

What the deal?

I could bend the block and make it

hotter than a Forman grill

I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice

I could show you mother fuckin' snitches straight to Belize

I could show you mother fuckin'

snitches straight to Belize

Now that's low, fa sho', conspiracy and parole

Now that's low

Fa sho', conspiracy and parole

I could show you real cats doin' time over a ho

I could show you poor and happy, or rich one's that lose they mind

I could show you poor and happy, or

I could show you dime pieces in school fashion design

rich one's that lose they mind

I could show you dime pieces in

I could show you streetlights and heart beak hotels

school fashion design

I could show you street lights

and heart beak hotels

I could show you young cats gettin' popped wit yayo

Down to do what I gotta do to satisfy the man in me

And from the looks of thangs the popo's ain't understandin' me

And from the looks of thangs the

popo's ain't understandin' me

The original digital scale reader

The pedigree playa who be stackin' his Velveeta

I could show you boss stuntin' so fuckin' disgustin'

I could show you boss stuntin'

I could show you rapper's frontin' but mayne it's really nothin'

so fuckin' disgustin'

I could show you rapper's frontin' but

I can show you better than I can tell ya

mayne it's really nothin'

I can show you better than I can tell ya

I can show you better than I can tell ya

[Chorus]

But it's really nothin' though

But it's really nothin' though

[A-Wax]

I could show you

I could show you, I could reach you and teach you

I could reach you and teach you

I know you and where you comin' from, I understand it

I know you and where you comin' from

This been goin' on forever dog, it's no end

I understand it

Life is like a bullet in your back from a close friend

This been goin' on forever dog

It's no end

Disappointed to the point where I'm runnin' by myself

Life is like a bullet in your

Never knowin' where I'm goin' start to wonder myself, yeah

back from a close friend

Money was a necessity, my greed got the best of me

Disappointed to the point where

You think you smokin' Uncle B, who got the recipe?

I'm runnin' by myself

Never knowin' where I'm goin'

I'm sayin' it's nothin', I say it sincerely, and speakin' clearly

start to wonder myself, yeah

Money was a necessity

My greed got the best of me

You think you smokin' Uncle B

Who got the recipe?

I'm sayin' it's nothin'

I say it sincerely, and speakin' clearly

I'd rather you respect me than fear me

I came a long way and still I got a while to go

You probably thinkin' to yourself, "What's he smilin' for?"

You probably thinkin' to yourself

"What's he smilin' for?"

My dog Bash about to be platinum doin' his thang

So if you hate him for it, boy you fakin' and know it

So if you hate him for it, boy

We takin' this money, big bundles of bills

you fakin' and know it

I'm like a whole 'nother person when it come to this skrill

We takin' this money

Big bundles of bills

I can show you better than I can tell ya

I'm like a whole 'nother person

I can show you better than I can tell ya

when it come to this skrill

I can show you better than I can tell ya

But it's really nothin' though

I can show you better than I can tell ya

But it's really nothin' though

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