Bay Game Lyrics

I let that Bay Game

Bay Game

Bay Game

Bay Game

Bay Game

Bay Game

Bay Game

Now her Vajayjay

Jayjay

Jayjay

Jayjay

Jayjay

Jayjay

Jayjay

I let them Bay Game

Resonate all in her brain

Now her VaJayjay

Wetter than the spout

On the sink

I'm here for 1 day

But I make it feel

Like a week

Hen shots

Smoking weed

On repeat

(X2)

Man

That's just how im living

I don't know no different

All prayers hopes & wishes

What I wake up

And vision

Had make some tough decision

Had change

A couple friendships

Personal

Wasn't business

Sometimes

Life is just kismet

Shit

I'm standing right

Where I'm supposed to be

On the mic

Spittin fire

Everything that she desire

Niggas liars

With wires

The whole nine

I came up a 225er

With money

On my mind

Stomach used to be empty

I didn't have know luck

Find me grindin

Trying to get it

Then the shit switched up

I ain't gotta say specifics

Just know that road was rough

Now I'm cold as fuck

Dollars bundle

For the fold and tuck

Trying to lace

These young cats

You know

Mold em up

Every statement is a fact

Gone a run back

Bet they tell you

That's the cat

That got the game on wrap

Frisco mackin

Town bidness

South Bay representer

Trying to get it how I live

Paper running through my fingers

Touch it like braille

It's either dead or in jail

For us young black males

But I win

I don't fail

I don't ride coattails

I'm the guy

Pimp fly

They wanna run

Go tell

Got her to the hotel

She got out

Then I bailed

Mami she was a 10

the one calling was a 12

Fell from heaven

Went through hell

With gasoline drawls

Made it through the back door

Now shes jackin off

One of the perks

Of being raw

I'm solid

And never thaw

While these Suckas

Point they finger

And tell just what they saw

May as well be the law

That's why the world's so flawed

Find out where they live

A dick down the sweetheart

Of these retards

Then put exactly what I did

In 16 bars

I'm just a King

God

Yo

On my 365

I'm living 24/7

Got a slice of the pie

But that shit taste vegan

I'm a heathen

And I ain't built on synthetics

Just because you out here

Lovin ya self

They call you selfish

Guess that means

More shellfish

And flavors of my desire

And the bill a little lighter

I'ma tima tima

Lyrical rhyme designer

Paint shit

Like a Picasso line up

Or devinci

They come up gimpy

If they have to go against me

I just do it

Cz I simply

Can

My program automatic

Never static interference

They need a new Tampax

These grown men

On they period

I'm serious

Don't let these new times

And ways

Make you curious

How you know

The road

you travel

If you dont

Steer the ship

I hope you catch my drift

I just emptied a cigar

I'm finna repack

That bitch