Lyrics Baby Bintro - Messy Marv

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