Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Half Bae, artist - Robb Bank$. Album song Year Of The Savage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SS
Song language: English
Half Bae |
I ain’t tellin, yeah, yeah fuck that |
Nigga can’t tell me shit, can’t tell me shit |
(Tell it to my 9 bitch!) |
Aye, half bae, she half straight and she half gay |
Don’t ask me, y’all full lame and you half paid |
Half real, half fake, no not me |
I pull up right now, I’m already there half way |
Probation, put your hoe in rotation |
I let her rape me, put a hoe on vacation |
Half naked, she got the phone vibrating |
They get a situation, we spray your location |
Nigga I been stunting hard since the tall tee’s bitch |
Bonafide game breaker, just scored two zips |
Boy I lick it and I stick it, got a splinter from a twig |
2phone young savage, nigga suck on my (Yah) |
Who you is? |
What you not? |
F-L-A we dropping tops |
I’ma violate your mouth til' your hoochie coochie pop |
I’ma take a shit on you, what the fuck would Jesus do? |
I don’t pray to nobody, did you know you nobody? |
Finna ride up with your broad and let off in her jaw |
Boy I been number one since a kid next door |
Boy I used to fuck on your hoe, I used to kick in these doors |
Now we busting these flows while I thumb the bankroll |
She seventeen but I fuck her like she twenty-five |
I ain’t use a rubber on that hoe, I just rolled the dice |
Yeah bust her down get her right, even though she not my type |
I’ma slick get up in that pussy, bitch take the pipe |
Aye, half bae, she half straight and she half gay |
Don’t ask me, y’all full lame and you half paid |
Half real, half fake, no not me |
I pull up right now, I’m already there half way |
Probation, put your hoe in rotation |
I let her rape me, put a hoe on vacation |
Half naked, she got the phone vibrating |
They get a situation, we spray your location |
Ain’t no one-on-ones where we from, boy you getting pat down |
Keep the Mac in the 'lac, or the backpack now |
Shut your mouth and take this nut, slick fire, you a slut |
And I can’t trust a soul that’s why I keep it by my (Whoa) |
Boy I keep my mind on my money, smart stunna that shit |
And that buffet, you know we eatin' when she threw up on the dick |
A hundred racks in the Civic while I load up the clip |
And if you came to the show then we fucked yo bitch |
Yeah keep that money comin' in, yeah you know the cash talk |
Thuggin' in my good clothes, this a thousand dollar stomp |
Need to shut yo' ass up, don’t you see they on the phone? |
Play with it princess, I never lost The Game of Thrones |
Sold that home, sold that whip, sold that show, sold that venue |
I got goons that go get you, walking around with that pistol |
How they gon' fuck with me? |
Got head in the car seat |
Gon' 'head, chase that dream while I leave you like me bitch |
Aye, half bae, she half straight and she half gay |
Don’t ask me, y’all full lame and you half paid |
Half real, half fake, no not me |
I pull up right now, I’m already there half way |
Probation, put your hoe in rotation |
I let her rape me, put a hoe on vacation |
Half naked, she got the phone vibrating |
They get a situation, we spray your location |