Представляем точный текст композиции "Quarterback" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Baby Beesh . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Quarterback» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Baby Beesh передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Baby Beesh - "Quarterback"
Lyrics to Quarterback : (feat. Mr. Kee) [Baby Beesh] Fo sho.. Pass that sweet nigga And quit bumpin yo gums See that shit you be barkin mayne I already done At least twice mutha fucka Bling-blingin some ice The dope game hall of fame Im in like Jerry Rice Money fanatic This nigga known for shootin sparatic Automatic wit the gadget Lettin them suckas have it Like magic, "Abra Cadabra" Squash the chitter chatter Your blatter is fin to splatter When these hollow points scatter Oh he bald headed, tatted up And got his swole on Gang-banged out Rowdy than get his roll on Plus he think he hard cuz he just got out the pen Think I give a fuck I put hands on that man Im from the shoulders Holdin kilos, pounds, and quarters Smoke wit the smokers Servin all you sodas From border to border Blaze your quarter on the freeway I got your mama and your sister havin 3-ways Give a fuck nigga! Im not trippin Baby Bash-a-reeny What the fuck is you sippin' Pimpin the hood chicken Mayne, its off the Richter Got the game locked like a boa constrictor [Mr. Kee] Boy I stay saved out like a playa should Nigga dont smash out to a whole nother hood Late night, plane flight With a quart of Gs Black-N-Brown, Ryda Thugz Keep it all to the good mayne Still colla poppin Still feddy clockin Gotta keep this shit knockin Cuz me and Beesh be known for flossin Game tight stitch like a brand new fit Like a drop top cad With an all chrome kit Top notch bitch who will low-cat trip Gotta treat em all the same Get em off my dick Shiftin the fifth And shake them haters Cuz they be doin too much Its Mr. Kee straight up out the bay Wit soldiers ready to bust But the ruger keep rudely Spittin slugs be hittin Tryin to act hard But your sharp as a kitten Cup cake nigga Fake ass wigga West Side Ryda stays unforgiven Women and cash But the past aint my style Spinnin out of control Like Im diggin my own grave But I get paid Gotta stay thugged up to this lifestyle [Chorus: Baby Beesh] Cuz Im a quarterback I smoke a quarter sack Bash-a-reeny fettuccine Mayne I told you that Cuz Im a quarterback I smoke a quarter sack Bash-a-reeny fettuccine Mayne I told you that Ugh get your gritz on Get your gritz on, boy get your gritz on Get your gritz on, get your gritz on Playboy get your gritz on [ Quarterback Lyrics ]
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