Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baecation , by - DregoRelease date: 03.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Baecation |
| She want Celine, Amiri jeans |
| Eighty a G, sixty a bean |
| Strips in my jeans |
| Fuck a baecation, bitch, we going to Tennessee |
| I tell my white boy, «You the real MVP» (Man) |
| What you wanna see? |
| What you want from me? |
| This pop Shia LaBeouf and it transform for me |
| My goons from the jungle get full off the beef (Bitch) |
| Rule number one, don’t say shit to police |
| They caught him broad day, fuck it, whack the witness |
| Rap check ain’t come, so it’s back to business |
| Rock the Off-White like it’s Akademiks |
| When the Rollie on, that’s a half a chicken |
| Auntie said, «When you done, boy, wash them dishes» |
| I told my white boy pull up in the trenches |
| I’ma dance on that work, be there in a minute |
| Watch who you work with, these niggas snitching |
| Man, don’t tell me that it’s beef, let’s get back to business |
| We gon' take it over there, it’s just a little distance |
| We get it for a low price and give a higher ticket |
| This how you wanna play it? |
| Decisions, decisions |
| Brodie got on forty-one, it’s thirty-six to spend it |
| Rose probably jugged your granny out her fucking pension |
| Probably had your daddy baked like a fucking biscuit |
| Let a nigga speak on gang, watch, he come up missing |
| She want Celine, Amiri jeans |
| Eighty a G, sixty a bean |
| Strips in my jeans |
| Fuck a baecation, bitch, we going to Tennessee |
| I tell my white boy, «You the real MVP» |
| Bro dropped a 41, call it Dirk Nowitzski |
| Got caught up in my text, Monica Lewinsky |
| I ain’t letting the pill go for nothing less than sixty |
| Bitches call me four eyes, I got on this Fendi |
| Man, I’ll send my lil' niggas, yeah, down your chimney |
| Eddie Paul ass niggas, y’all better not tempt me |
| 100k on the oranges, be there in a jiffy |
| Yeah, I’m still gon' hit the route even though it’s risky |
| He still around her nigga even though he iffy |
| I’ll shoot him in his back like that nigga Ricky |
| I don’t care if it’s church, I’m taking it with me |
| I just fuck and get the head, then I’m making the bitch leave |
| Told that bitch my name is Bobby, I’m serving her Whitney |
| Love this Glock four-oh, this lil' bitch fit me |
| Drinking all this damn lean, it’s ruinin' my kidneys |
| Niggas out this bitch snitching, ain’t never convicting |
| She want Celine, Amiri jeans |
| Eighty a G, sixty a bean |
| Strips in my jeans |
| Fuck a baecation, bitch, we going to Tennessee |
| I tell my white boy, «You the real MVP» |
| What you wanna see? |
| What you want from me? |
| This pop Shia LaBeouf and it transform for me |
| My goons from the jungle get full off the beef |
| Rule number one, don’t say shit to police |
| You can really have your way if you wanna risk it (Meech) |
| Put a thirty up on dog and put it on prescription |
| Four hundred miles in the city, I can’t short the mission |
| I’ve been up, I’ve been down, guess it’s more to listen |
| Tryna pour a brick up and push the Porsche through Texas |
| Plug hit me with some shit and three times I stretched it |
| I abused her lil' pussy the three times she let me |
| We strap our nuts on when times get messy |