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Baby Bash – Super Saucy

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : Super Saucy
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Super Saucy (2005)

[Intro-Baby Bash]
Super Saucy, Saucy
Super Saucy, Saucy
Super Saucy, Saucy
Your so Sau-cy
Super Saucy. Saucy
Super Saucy, Saucy
Super Saucy, Saucy
Your so Sau-cy

[Verse-Baby Bash]
Sexy butterfly, skin tone butterscotch
The finest linen, the type of is she love to cop
The miss Stiletto heels, she a fan of Barcelona
She hating attention, but every naked eye on her
Straight out of Arizona, I told her that I’m a loner
I’m offering crystal, but she prefer lime and Corona
Super Saucy, Sergio Rossi Sandals
And when she in the Jacuzzi ooh, she lighting candles
Stunting all the way across the floor for sure
Freshly molded by the hands of the lord and oh
Heavens angel, curves in every angle
Time play two to tango, bring the hook sang

[Chorus-Avant]
You’re the apple of my eye
I’m feeling like a drug I’m so high
Everything is so sweet
Like a peach, strawberry baby your saucy
So take a ride with me off in the whip
I’ll push the keys to you just let me
Everything is so sweet
Like a peach, strawberry baby your saucy

[Verse-Baby Bash]
Uh, I’m trying to get it crunk-a-lating between us I’m saying
You on the brink of bubble-lating, your body’s displaying
And I’m a spitter on the come up been patiently waiting
To tour Jamaica, maybe meet a couple Jamaicans
That makes us equally compatible, expectations
For you its education, for me is to rock the nation
Now that’s a combination we should be modulating
Crunching on Greek salad under some conversation
Sipping on apple pucker twerping that mariachi
I’m digging the purse, your matching, that’s authentic Gucci
And you the chick that I been searching for across the globe
And I just wanted you to know…

[Chorus]

[Bridge x4]
Lets get it crunk-a-lating
Lets get it bubble-lating
You got the Motts and I’m a boss
Yeah that I’m saying

[Chorus x2]

[Intro x2]

Credit to : Baby Bash Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Bash – Step In Da Club

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : Step In Da Club
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Super Saucy (2005)

[Chorus: Baby Bash]
Step in the club like it ain’t no thang (No thang)
Sittin’ on the bar while I sip on drank (On drank)
Girl wanna holla, tryin’ to run that game (That game)
I just, want a freak that ain’t got no shame (No shame)

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 1: Baby Bash]
I’m a blast off like a damn Houston rocket
Roll around town, with some dank in my pocket
Grandma say, “Ronnie Ray, you need to stop it”
Punk bootleggers, man, they f**kin’ off my profit
Dip up in the club, and she eyeballin’ me
Remind me of the breeze from Terminator 3
Think ya nasty
She the hoe extravaganza
Gloss when I floss, I’m the boss like Tony Danza
Puttin’ hands on, motherf**kers actin’ up
Give me fifty feet, better back the f**k up
Me and Juan Gotti smashin’ outta T-Town
Look at Low-G, got a fool beat down (Beat down)

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Verse 2: Rasheed]
Downtown, Super Bowl XXXVIII (Eight)
In the clutz city of no pity, movin’ weight (Weight)
Case to get in state
Keep me in the G manner (Manner)
All my homies roll like Tony Montana (Tana)
Listen to the law, jab and jaw off on a scanner (Scanner)
Sippin’ purple hawk, startin’ bangin’ David Banner (Banner)
Money in the Benz, but I’m layin’ in the ‘Llac (’Llac)
Stomach so swoll’, throwin’ up in the back [retching]
She was fine, yes sir, she was trill
Plus she had a pocketfull of colorful pill (Man, CHILL!)
Bring heat through your whole crew flannel (Flannel)
Crooked, them chickens put on a Food Channel (Channel)
Roll with the pimps, y’all, naw, I’m not a baller (Baller)
Teller bought the cities like a blue Nightcrawler
Call her on the celly, with my jelly, meet the mami at the tele
Roll the fatty, jump in the ride and disappear like Machavelli
What

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Verse 3: Lucky Luciano]
Man, I step in the club like it ain’t no thang
On valet park, been drankin’ all day
Paparazzi takin’ pictures and the haters lookin’ mad
But the barber’s showin’ love, and I’m signin’ autographs
Bartender know me, and he know I do the fool
Everybody in my ear, I’m lookin’ like, “Who is you!?”
Give me fifty and a seas on the rocks for these boys
Can’t stand male groupies, move around with that noise
I’m tryin’ to sit down and roll up and get blowed
Find somethin’ I can take back to the momo
Like that, right there, you lookin’ good, no doubt
What you got under that skirt, what you talkin’ ’bout
I’m waitin’ for my boys downstairs to get done
They wouldn’t let me on stage, they said I was drunk
But it’s about to be two, girl, tell me if you ready
Let’s sip champagne in my jacuzzi at the tele

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Verse 4: Grimm]
My cup got sip in my soda
I don’t give a f**k, don’t tip my s**t over
Six bad b**ches sittin’ in a Range Rover
Paul got ‘em all, lookin’ over they shoulder
Tuggin’ on dro, got smoke in my windpipe
Boys wanna know, ’bout my hoes and my pimp life
Nigga, what it is, what it was, what it been like
Can I get a chickenhead shake and some french fries
Hand’s so skin tight
Dance’s so freak like
Notch after notch, in the club, on a weeknight
Now she wanna go home, go to bed and sleep tight
Bet this Henessey ’bout to here make her speed right

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

Credit to : Baby Bash Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Bash – Spreewells Spinnin’

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : Spreewells Spinnin’
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Cyclone (2007)

[Baby Bash]
Push it up
Push it up
Push it up
Push it up
Push it up

[Queenie] Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’ on chrome
[Baby Bash] The spreewells keep spinnin’
And my trunks on pop
[Queenie] My Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’ on chrome
[Baby Bash] The spreewells keep spinnin’
And my trunks on pop

[Pre-Verse: Queenie]
Spreewells spinnin’
On chrome
My spreewells spinnin’
Spinnin’
Spinnin’

[Verse 1: Queenie]
You know the
Ese keep right, I ain’t playin’ with that
Belly
Coup, drop down, why you see the Spreewells spin
Ese choppin’ it up
Got the Henny in the cup
Clean white tee, (guns) tucked, and I ain’t givin’ (a f**k) (Uh uh)
Pink diamonds for the wifey, fifteen carots for the soldiers
Truck glowed to the (white), two point two, pearly boulders
And I’m still sunned out
Moon roof
To the back, (blunt) fill a (kush), blowin’ it out
Rob jewels like electric guitars
(Gang) signs to the sky
Like I’m tryin’ to shoot the stars
And when I say what I do, when I say, what I done
You don’t wanna see me back the (gun), ese (gun cocked)
And my

[Pre-Chorus: Queenie]
Spreewells spinnin’
My spreewells spinnin’
My spreewells spinnin’
Spinnin’
Spinnin’
On chrome

[Chorus: (Queenie slowed down in background)]
[Queenie] Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
[Baby Bash] The Spreewells keep spinnin’
And my trunks on pop (On chrome)
[Queenie] My Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
[Baby Bash] The Spreewells keep spinnin’
And my trunks on pop (On chrome)

[Repeat Pre-Verse]

[Verse 2: Baby Bash]
Now that’s some comin’ with them Playa Made Mexicans
That’s Baby Bash, on that a*s, stackin’ presidents
Some call it feddi, scrilla, cash, money, Benjamins
I’m in the zone, off that chrome, in your residents
Look like I’m skatin’
Big, ballin’ and heavy weightin’
The trunk
Rattlin’
Look at that
The speaker’s quakin’
And I ain’t fakin’ like half
The rappers in the nation
So many trees, look at the leaves, that I be rakin’
And like inflation, I’m bubblin’ up to get the bacon
With a pound of (dank) and a gang of drank, why y’all procrastinatin’
I’m off the cover
Yeah
A fighter and a lover
You want some sauce, come see ya boss
About some butter

[Repeat Pre-Chorus]

[Repeat Chorus]

[Repeat Pre-Verse]

[Hook: Baby Bash]
Chop, chop
You know it don’t stop
The Spreewells keep spinnin’
And my trunks on pop

[Repeat Hook]

[Verse 3: Lucky Luciano]
I stay ride and clean, am droppin’ screens
Yell, “The diamonds all on my ring”
Keep some styled on my team
(Heats) are under my driver seat
Dabbin’, spinnin’, like my head
After I done popped a necks
Lucky, yeah, I’m from the wreck
Tell ‘em folks to cut a check
Lights to get my floss on
(Nigga), I’m a boss, hun
Ten thousand on chrome
Paper grew and got long
Ain’t (s**t) rented, boy I pimpin’, been pimpin’
My rims pay for (f**kin’) A.O.B.
In H-Town, or on Richmond, gettin’ chippers out a stripper
Mex’cans stayed throwed, and the game ain’t free
Wheels spin like ceiling fans, woodgrain up in my hands
.45 to the sand, pocket full of Benjamins

[Chingo Bling]
You see those ?? tires (Chingo Bling, (culero))
You don’t want no beef with mine and snap
Doo-doo-doo

[Verse 4: Chingo Bling]
This ain’t no Bappin’ Ape shoes, this is Chingo Bling boots
Your baby mama wippin’ down my wetback with tissues
Bought a old school
Had to throw some orange on that hoe
Bought a eighteen wheeler, had to throw some birds on that hoe
Ese like that
Fifth wheel, on relax
Slangin’ muscle like (crack)
Last name, on the back
Got the four fours spokin’
Candy paint soakin’
H-Town to Mexico
Backed up to Oakland
At night time, I’m loc’in’
I got my cowboy hat
Grillin’ women, stove and oven
Maza, I’m a double that
They lookin’ for me cause they don’t like beaners
How much nalga can I pull, if I ride these spinners

[Queenie in background]
[Chingo Bling] Ladies and gentlemen
Introducing
The largest rims
In all of North America
[Queenie] On chrome
My Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
[Baby Bash] The Spreewells keep spinnin’ (My Spreewells spinnin’)
And my trunks on pop (Spinnin’, spinnin’ on chrome)
[Queenie] Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
[Baby Bash] The Spreewells keep spinnin’
And my trunks on pop (On chrome)
[Queenie] My Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
On chrome
On chrome

[Repeat Hook Twice]

[Queenie]
Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
My Spreewells spinnin’
Spinnin’
Spinnin’
On chrome

Credit to : Baby Bash Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Bash – Mamacita

Baby Bash Lyrics
Song : Mamacita
Artist : Baby Bash
Album : Cyclone (2007)

Yea Yea mamacita chicanita in a fly way…
Ronnie Ray…what is it

[Hook]
Mamacita (mamacita)
Pensando en ti como yo te quiero (te quiero)
Mi corazon es para ti yo te espero (te espero)
Cuando estas conmigo nunca tienes miedo (oh baby baby baby)
Un dia vas a ver quien es el mejor (oh oh) mamacita mamacita

[Baby Bash]
My mamacita got it goin on poppin the most
like papparazi when they watch me and her hop in the low
no destination but we racin in the drop
on some chrome I know you heard it all before
but I’m your rock and your stone (it feels right)
me and you sharing a star (its real tight)
and nothing’s gonna tear us apart (so true)
I’m feelin like I’m heavenly blessed (what it dooo)
me and you to put the love to the test
its so crazy when someone understands your mood
with an open invitation that I can’t refuse
girl you never have to worry when my hands with you
cherry pie its so bomb and I can’t defuse

[Hook]
Mamacita (mamacita)
Pensando en ti como yo te quiero (te quiero)
Mi corazon es para ti yo te espero (te espero)
Cuando estas conmigo nunca tienes miedo (oh baby baby baby)
Un dia vas a ver quien es el mejor (oh oh) mamacita (mamacita)

[Baby Bash]
I can be your other half baby I’m yo soul mate
I can keep you cozy cause you know that you’re my shorty
seem like you’re the only real one who really know me
so this song is dedicated to my one and only
an angel with them eyes and them honey butter thighs
tryna figure out bout her wedding ring size
I can be yo lover baby yo best friend
and momma when we ride we gone ride to the enddd
cause I know just what you need
you need some high definition in yo l-i-f-e
I know what’s on yo mind and
I’ll be patient I’ll be waiting for a very long time

[Hook]
Mamacita (mamacita)
Pensando en ti como yo te quiero (te quiero)
Mi corazon es para ti yo te espero (te espero)
Cuando estas conmigo nunca tienes miedo (oh baby baby baby)
Un dia vas a ver quien es el mejor (oh oh) mamacita mamacita mamacita

[Baby Bash]
Lets keep it trill baby boo lets keep it honest
A chief like myself need a lil Pocahontas
to keep it A-1 mamacita that’s a promise
everyday my gurl Imma treat you like a goddess
cause everybody know every king need a queen
with that supa fly vibe and that high self esteem
cause everybody know every king need a queen
with that supa fly vibe and that high self esteem

[Hook]
Mamasita (mamacita)
Pensando en ti como yo te quiero (te quiero)
Mi corazon es para ti yo te espero (esperoooo)
Cuando estas conmigo nunca tienes miedo (tienes miedo ohohhh)
Un dia vas a ver quien es el mejor (mejor) mamacita
mamacita mamacita mamamcita yeaaaeya mamacita maaaaa

[Baby Bash]
What is it wha wha what is it
What is it wha wha what is it

Credit to : Baby Bash Lyrics on Ringtones Z

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – Ice Cold

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : Ice Cold
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman

[Baby]
Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book
Pimps are people too
He is also the president of guns, b**ches, and automobiles
He also controls all the seafood trade
He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes
The selmon, the little selmon, the big selmen
The sardines, the cardads, and all that
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a warm welcome
To Jay fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle
(Turn up J. Fizzle’s microphone)

[Jazze Pha - in backround]
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I’m soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I’m soo-oh, ice cold

[Verse 1]

[Baby]
Stunner and T Kizzie, that’s so icey
Mommy gave me brains on the back of my bikey
I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey
Icey icey, my wifey wifey

[TQ]
They should have named me Dr. Freeze
Cause I’m the coldest nigga y’all done seen
The day that rap met r&b
Got the birdman, Jazze, and me

[Baby]
Ay, ay, see I’m so icey, my life so cool
So so icey, the boys a fool
Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
Iced all over, from my head to her shoe

[TQ]
Ice in the mail from Jacob boo
I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too
It’s million dollar mob that’s behind me boo
Now watch what the f**k I do
(Wipe em down, wipe em down, b**ch)

[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
Tell me why, why, (why) is it soo (is it soo)
That I’m soo-oh, ice cold (so ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo, (tell me why) soo
That I’m soo-oh, ice cold

[Verse 2]

[Baby]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, r&b round
I put ice on my mom, and my sister too
It’s mister icey icey, in the burgendy coupe

[TQ]
I’d ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here
On the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims

[Baby]
The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes

[TQ]
Look at iced up dro back, iced up me
Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty

[Baby]
Put ice on my Benz, on the 20 inch rims
And I ice my lens with the burberry tims
I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt
Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest

[TQ]
I’m from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich
Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips
C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks
Put it all together, that’s a whole lot of s**t

[Chorus - Jazze Pha]

[Verse 3]

[Baby]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimping
I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth
Round shape, we shape, my s**t is a fool
I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo

[TQ]
Went to the corner, you can see me
I’m in the ice cold six four, smoking dro
Balling nice and e-z, is that I bought from fresh
With the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best

[Baby]
Big Wop is iced out, and Ceedi iced out
Tiny-toe, big g, my rounds iced out
And Exey icey hot, and busy is too
We get money, spit ice, and wear Gucci suits

[TQ]
Let me tell you bout what we are, is what we are
Ice cold money making, see ya marra
And we gonna keep balling til they close the bar
And do the same damn thing tomorrow
Oh yeah, oh yeah

[Chorus - Jazze pha]

Fo sure nigga, y’all know who want this ice s**t
For this game nigga, it ain’t no secret
See ya morra for life nigga
My whole crew shinning nigga
Busy, birdman, third world magnolia, b**ch

Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimping
See you stunning, and you talk enough s**t to make a cripple man walk
I’m a tell you like this dog
See Jimmy you holding down back there nigga, keep your head up
Say Elton, you still one of the hottest niggas out there nigga
You ain’t front at all nigga, keep ya head up, b**ch

My brothers in this s**t ya heard me, b**ch, b**ch

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Birdcall motherf**ker, birdcall motherf**ker

Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z