Me and bae gone match a blunt, yeah, we matching up
And she match my fly, nigga, we be fly as f*ck
You ain't get no money, nigga, run your money up
Nigga, me and my bro the guap team, we getting bucks
I want Amiri on my jeans, Cartier buffs
Nigga, you ain't getting enough, you ain't getting enough
Nigga, and we keep that shit on us, we keep it on us
Nigga talking crazy, up and get the blicking on him
This shit getting sticky, this shit getting fishy
Judge tried to throw him 50, he had got the squealing
Uh, I can't show no feelings, cause I ain't, uh
Hold on, I can't show no feelings, I can't get no dealings
I can put the team on my back and take us to the finals
Bounce out with this stick and get the blicking head first like Rhino
I'm a spin, like a CD player, DVD or vinyl
Play with Three my twizzy blicky sing just like it Richie Lionel
Say Keeboiik we been having them K's, so why they think we lying?
Aye why the f*ck they calling me the GOAT when I know that I'm a lion
Put money on his head, they tryna hang him from a f*cking vine
Aye Lord gone spin the pussy bitch on C all he need is a sign
The pussy boy, he greener than the f*ck, he something like the Grinch
Lil C-Ball, Escobar gone trap his ass off, he gone get them bricks
You make a hundred thousand dollars cash and you can build a bitch
The pussy bitch ain't die by the dollar, it was about two cents
Lil C-Ball get to talking crazy in the booth, he tripping hard
Lil C-Ball, you a f*cking star, you shoulda been born inside a barn
C say, f*ck the world like aliens, let's take a trip to Mars
So H-F-K, my heart so f*cking cold, I can't even thaw it out
Me and bae gone match a blunt, yeah, we matching up
And she match my fly, nigga, we be fly as f*ck
You ain't get no money, nigga, run your money up
Nigga, me and my bro the guap team, we getting bucks
I want Amiri on my jeans, Cartier buffs
Nigga, you ain't getting enough, you ain't getting enough
Nigga, and we keep that shit on us, we keep it on us
Nigga talking crazy, up and get the blicking on him
Lil mavo - ME N BAE Lyrics
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Me and bae gone match a blunt, yeah, we matching up
And she match my fly, nigga, we be fly as f*ck
You ain't get no money, nigga, run your money up
Nigga, me and my bro the guap team, we getting bucks
I want Amiri on my jeans, Cartier buffs
Nigga, you ain't getting enough, you ain't getting enough
Nigga, and we keep that shit on us, we keep it on us
Nigga talking crazy, up and get the blicking on him
This shit getting sticky, this shit getting fishy
Judge tried to throw him 50, he had got the squealing
Uh, I can't show no feelings, cause I ain't, uh
Hold on, I can't show no feelings, I can't get no dealings
I can put the team on my back and take us to the finals
Bounce out with this stick and get the blicking head first like Rhino
I'm a spin, like a CD player, DVD or vinyl
Play with Three my twizzy blicky sing just like it Richie Lionel
Say Keeboiik we been having them K's, so why they think we lying?
Aye why the f*ck they calling me the GOAT when I know that I'm a lion
Put money on his head, they tryna hang him from a f*cking vine
Aye Lord gone spin the pussy bitch on C all he need is a sign
The pussy boy, he greener than the f*ck, he something like the Grinch
Lil C-Ball, Escobar gone trap his ass off, he gone get them bricks
You make a hundred thousand dollars cash and you can build a bitch
The pussy bitch ain't die by the dollar, it was about two cents
Lil C-Ball get to talking crazy in the booth, he tripping hard
Lil C-Ball, you a f*cking star, you shoulda been born inside a barn
C say, f*ck the world like aliens, let's take a trip to Mars
So H-F-K, my heart so f*cking cold, I can't even thaw it out
Me and bae gone match a blunt, yeah, we matching up
And she match my fly, nigga, we be fly as f*ck
You ain't get no money, nigga, run your money up
Nigga, me and my bro the guap team, we getting bucks
I want Amiri on my jeans, Cartier buffs
Nigga, you ain't getting enough, you ain't getting enough
Nigga, and we keep that shit on us, we keep it on us
Nigga talking crazy, up and get the blicking on him
And she match my fly, nigga, we be fly as f*ck
You ain't get no money, nigga, run your money up
Nigga, me and my bro the guap team, we getting bucks
I want Amiri on my jeans, Cartier buffs
Nigga, you ain't getting enough, you ain't getting enough
Nigga, and we keep that shit on us, we keep it on us
Nigga talking crazy, up and get the blicking on him
This shit getting sticky, this shit getting fishy
Judge tried to throw him 50, he had got the squealing
Uh, I can't show no feelings, cause I ain't, uh
Hold on, I can't show no feelings, I can't get no dealings
I can put the team on my back and take us to the finals
Bounce out with this stick and get the blicking head first like Rhino
I'm a spin, like a CD player, DVD or vinyl
Play with Three my twizzy blicky sing just like it Richie Lionel
Say Keeboiik we been having them K's, so why they think we lying?
Aye why the f*ck they calling me the GOAT when I know that I'm a lion
Put money on his head, they tryna hang him from a f*cking vine
Aye Lord gone spin the pussy bitch on C all he need is a sign
The pussy boy, he greener than the f*ck, he something like the Grinch
Lil C-Ball, Escobar gone trap his ass off, he gone get them bricks
You make a hundred thousand dollars cash and you can build a bitch
The pussy bitch ain't die by the dollar, it was about two cents
Lil C-Ball get to talking crazy in the booth, he tripping hard
Lil C-Ball, you a f*cking star, you shoulda been born inside a barn
C say, f*ck the world like aliens, let's take a trip to Mars
So H-F-K, my heart so f*cking cold, I can't even thaw it out
Me and bae gone match a blunt, yeah, we matching up
And she match my fly, nigga, we be fly as f*ck
You ain't get no money, nigga, run your money up
Nigga, me and my bro the guap team, we getting bucks
I want Amiri on my jeans, Cartier buffs
Nigga, you ain't getting enough, you ain't getting enough
Nigga, and we keep that shit on us, we keep it on us
Nigga talking crazy, up and get the blicking on him
Writer: RODERICK MILLER JR
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