Lyrics Bali Baby – One Two Three
Text:
Hah, you bitches don’t know how to do this diss shit
Pussy! Muah!
Don’t mention me, and bitches poof, or your career go (where’d it go?)
You know that you’ve been a fan of me, I’m your career goals (muah!)
You texting scary, acting gangster to the people
Sneaking ’round my bitty, you get popped just like a weasel (pop, pop)
All them niggas with you, can get poked just like a needle
Brazy little bitch, I carry straps like this shit legal
You don’t want no smoke, and rap, I promise my shit lethal
One, two, three, bitches lurking on me (what?)
Four, five, six, hoes stay on my dick (get off my dick)
One, two, three, bitches copy what they see (it was me)
Four, five, six, niggas acting like a bitch (gang, gang)
One, two, three, bitches lurking on me (bitches what?)
Four, five, six, hoes stay on my dick (yeah, sing along)
One, two, three, bitches wanna fuck with me (yes, with me)
Four, five, six, bitch I’m pulling up with dicks (haha)
Bitch we all know that you broke (peasant!)
You ain’t even talk shit on the mic, you choked (pussy)
I’ma hop on twitter just to pop, you joke (clown ass hoe)
When you see some views up out your page, you was stoked (you’re welcome)
I don’t care to shout you out, because your music trash, ass (yeah)
Tried to put you on but stupid bitch that’s in the past, blast (oh no)
Move around without your guard, you know I’m on your ass, fast (I’m on your ass)
You couldn’t even bought a flex, that slide cost you your last cash (how much you pay for that?)
One, two, three, bitches lurking on me (they lurking)
Four, five, six, hoes stay on my dick (aren’t you bugging?)
One, two, three, bitches copy what they see (bitch get off my dick)
Four, five, six, niggas acting like a bitch (you’s a bitch)
Four, five, six, hoes stay on my dick (haha)
One, two, three, bitches wanna fuck with me (haha)
Four, five, six, bitch I’m pulling up with dicks (pulling up with dicks, haha)
Yeah bitch, you already know what the fuck going on
Brazy Bali in this bitch, checking in on a pussy hoe like what’s brackin’?
Fuck you mean man, yeah my lil’ nursery rhyme song just slaughtered your ass
Meanwhile bitches tip-toeing through the bitty
Hah, lame ass hoe ain’t even in Atlanta, pop that shit, bitch
Why you waited til the next day to pop your shit, hoe?
Waited to post your video the next day
You was in Aston Georgia, at the Waffle House
Let them niggas know the truth man, ain’t no reason to cap
Hah, Casper, fuck you talking ’bout, pussy!
Lil’ Miss Piggy mad because her home city put me on and not her
Nah, keep sucking my dick, full call, I love it, muah!
Go head