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Baby Tazz Video (MV)




Performed By: Chanelica
Language: English
Length: 1:18
Written by: Allen Carter




Chanelica - Baby Tazz Lyrics
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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' f*ck when I say
Smoking good dank, bitch, f*ck what you say
He streaming my music, I'm gettin' to plays
He fine as f*ck, 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
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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' f*ck when I say
Smoking good dank, bitch, f*ck what you say
He streaming my music, I'm gettin' to plays
He fine as f*ck, 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
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Writer: Allen Carter
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