Baby Tazz Lyrics

Damn, son, where'd you find this

Throw back my glass

I wanna dance

Tongue in his mouth like this nigga from France

I put ya mans in a trance

I'm finna spazz

I'm on her ass

But, but, I wouldn't bash

I'm tryna party, I throw me a bash

She winning hardly, I throw her in trash

Hit the strip club, I'm a stash thrower

I cut her off like lawnmower

Which whereas, I'm gettin' to green like I'm cutting my grass

Stiff on a hoe like my name Baby Tazz

Flex on these bitches, I do it with class

I'm gettin' to cash

I live in a carnival maze

I flip that money every which-a-way

I'm chasin' money till my hair gray

Go against me, better kneel down and pray

I'm an animal, these bitches my prey

Gun'em down, nigga, get hit with the ray

Approach a bitch, now she got nothin' to say

Rolling my weed, I be using my tray

I got good aim, bitch, gon' duck when I say

I got good range, bitch, gon' fuck when I say

Smoking good dank, bitch, fuck what you say

He streaming my music, I'm gettin' to plays

He fine as fuck, I be stuck in a daze

Doin' my job, watch me get me a raise

Think he God, He want me kneel down and praise

Cut him off again think that shit was a phase

I'm stacking up chips like I'm getting to Lays

Watch me cook, Tip me good

Hoes getting ate

He bought fish and rice, but we can't date

Get to it early, I never run late

Bitches be fake, they always jump ship