Calvin Coolidge - Ba** lyrics

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Calvin Coolidge - Ba** lyrics

Ok I know you're not the Vice President, sh** maybe I am But if I say somethin' then you better be a Biden Cuz I could take gla**es to a blind man and sell it And make so much prophet that Mohammads gettin' jealous I'm, fly like Aladdin Gone in a Saturn With a bad b**h on my arm, doesn't matter Cuz my last name isn't Sandler but I swear to God motherf**er I'm about to get Adam Gone off the k**er Got it from a dealer Girl trippin' out cuz I've never been realer When she told me to meet the parents I swear to God... I've never been stiller Attackin' the rap and it's sad that it's happened, and mad that it's back and it's wack as a vaccine It's bad but it has to be pa**ionate a**-kickin', otherwise a motherf**in' wack'll be back b**hes I ain't really wanna but she wit it so I get it and she fit it when I hit it what I'm sippin' is acidic We're just gettin' all the b**hes flow we're ditchin' all the digits never listen to a critic they just want it but I live it I got weed and I got hoes And I get money at all my shows And I get paid right out the do' But yo, all this sh** doesn't matter motherf**er cuz I got weed and I got hoes And I get money at all my shows And I get paid right out the do' But yo, all this sh** doesn't matter motherf**er cuz I got ba**, I got ba** And I get blazed, but I got ba** I got ba**, I got ba** And I got haze, but I got ba** And I got weed and I got hoes And I get money at all my shows And I get paid right out the do' But yo, all this sh** doesn't matter motherf**er cuz I got ba** Late night rollin' Jays, no Leno Told the ho we're goin to Toys-R-Us, baby leggo This ain't eyeshadow but I may be leanin' I eat the beat and throw it up, I think I may be bulemic f**in' with this better hold your own The weed come in bricks, we're rollin' stones Hoes wanna bone, blowin' up my phone You can call me 2-3 I'm in the zone But I don't feel like smokin' doe Oh what you think I'm jokin' ho When I pull the coke out I swear to God her nose be growin' like Pinocchio Now I could sell Os or Landos, but I gotta have it Now your girlfriends on my Johnson partner you could call it Magic It's kinda tragic the savage is at it by habit Snatchin' up cash and they're mad that I grab it What's happenin' happens to add to the balance and battle the malice subtractin' my talent So ho - get in No - trippin' All up on my dick cuz I'm so - different Dro - hit it And if you don't like what I got to say then don't - listen I'm in a room full of hoes and they whisper you the best So I f** one and let my swagger do the rest I got weed and I got hoes And I get money at all my shows And I get paid right out the do' But yo, all this sh** doesn't matter motherf**er cuz I got weed and I got hoes And I get money at all my shows And I get paid right out the do' But yo, all this sh** doesn't matter motherf**er cuz I got ba**, I got ba** And I get blazed, but I got ba** I got ba**, I got ba** And I got haze, but I got ba** And I got weed and I got hoes And I get money at all my shows And I get paid right out the do' But yo, all this sh** doesn't matter motherf**er cuz I got ba**