Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baby Bintro , by - Messy Marv. Release date: 08.03.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Baby Bintro |
| What it is, it’s motherfuckin out here |
| I’ts about this Eddy man |
| Bout holdin' gats semi automatics and blowin' shit up |
| They call me baby Aladdin young on mines |
| Nigga. |
| Bout killin' shit nigga |
| Bout gettin' that money mayn, you know |
| Yeah nigga. |
| Bout sittin' on lexus, on twenty’s mayn spinnin' mayn |
| Everytime I stop nigga, my rims blingin' mayn |
| You better know my nigga Mess is gon' love this fasho |
| Yeah nigga, you better know it |
| Nigga bout to ball on this bitch |
| Tryna stack a million in this bitch, feel me |
| Feel me? |
| R.I.P. |
| D ses |
| To the homies locked down |
| Rob G |
| Silo |
| records |
| Stay down |
| Koalition |
| Eddy block |
| You know what’s crackin' |
| Fuck you marks from Yelding-Sloan park |
| Nigga |
| Bay Bin Laden on mines, I got C-4 and all that shit to blow shit up nigga |
| The whole block |
| Five Six Seven |
| Yeah it’s bigger, a few niggas know me now |
| I put in work, a few niggas owe me now |
| I got problems, just a few niggas on me now |
| Koalition nigga, I’m holdin' it down, you feel me |
| Droppin' shells mayn, gettin' off rounds, feel me |
| Fuck love nigga, fear lasts longer you hear me |
| Nigga this hood shit shady, where the bloods gone brazy |
| And the crips get crazy, it’s California |
| Young nigga thirteen’ll pull a wetter on ya |
| Nigga you better have a Teflon sweater on ya (Woo) |
| Fuck the east coast, nah I love the east |
| It’s just some of them niggas, need to watch they mouth-piece |
| Chain holdin' a charm, ice all on my arm |
| Bitch ring the alarm, you niggas just getting warm |
| Mess been burnin', dudes is huggin' and turnin' |
| I’m teachin' em how to get shivers, my young niggas learnin' |
| Cookin' over the flame, lookin' over the game |
| And if I left the bay the shit’ll never be the same |
| Motherfucka! |
| Nigga follow me nigga |
| Ride with me nigga Ha ha |
| Young Messcalen baby |
| You niggas bow down nigga! |
| Get your money game up mayn |
| Get you some clothes nigga, go get yo' clothes game up nigga! |
| Get yo' hustle game up nigga! |
| Stop hatin' nigga, keep my name out yo' mouth nigga! |
| You know what I’m talkin' bout? |
| Get yo' car game up nigga! |
| Put some shoes on your whip, get your shoe game up nigga! |
| You know I’m talkin' 'bout? |
| We disobayish for this year nigga! |
| Yeah! |
| West Coast! |
| We run the streets nigga, Fifty who? |
| Okay, oh, no he didn’t say anything about Fifty, okay? |
| Like fifty is my boo okay? |
| Like twenty-five cent plus twenty-five cent |
| Ain’t never hurt nobody y’all know |
| Tight things come in small packages |
| Swalla |
| Everything was cool until my boo 50 Cent got a restraining order on aJ |
| And then sat his fine buff ass on B.E.T. |
| and dry-snitched on everybody |
| They better not put they hands on my baby daddy 50 Cent 'cause they don’t know |
| me |
| Okay? |
| I’m a undisputed featherweight. |
| gay wrestling champion of the wooorld |
| Okay? |
| When you come to San Francisco |
| Make sure you eat Rudy’s B-B-B-B-BBQ |
| On third and nuke em |
| Taste so good! |
| Make you wanna beat up yo' bitch |
| Bitch, come here bitch! |
| I got an |
| Nigga look, look, look |