Paroles de Bait (remix)


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(verse 1: 2 chainz)
Work, work, work, work, stashed up at my girls spot
Hair weave killer had on louies in my mug shot
Yeah, yeah, one shot, two shot, three
Damn i pull up with this mutherfucker fish tailing
And im raw, fish scale
Bloomingdale and neiman marcus
I take the beat and make it a carcass
Shop at saks fifth like its a target
Cars are the size of your apartment
Im swagged up so dont try me
Bank roll is my i.d
When i pulled out she hopping in
Make your main girl my side piece
Listening to that old jay-z
One eye open like cbs
So much promethazine im vip at cvs
Long way from ebt
Every time i spit its a dvd
And i dont care if she got on a long skirt
Ill take her home and do her like homework

(verse 2: rick ross)
Creeping on the campus in my new camaro
Cover of the washington post, solbiato apparel
Ross and folarin, couple women
Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business
Im talking ambition, i could spell it for you
Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you
My pockets fat, somebody check my blood pressure
Red bottoms a stack, there goes a double bidder
I cant throw no ones, only tens or better
Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better
Double mg, we millionaires
Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

(hook: (wale))
Bait, bait, bait, bait, bait
Whos on my line? whos on my line?
Im blowing up, these bitches calling me
Bait, bait, bait, bait, bait
I snatch your girl if youre slipping
Shes on my line like im fishing i got that
(work, work, work, work
Yeah you know i got that work
Im why baby mommas leave
Im why baby fathers kirk)
I snatch your girl if youre slipping
Double mg not to mention

(verse 3: trey songz)
Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel
I just had to ask, tell me if its real
I aint tryna diss you
Its really not an issue
If its fake or if its real imma keep you on my reel, still
Bait baby, wait baby
Why dont you just get a little taste baby
I will never judge, fuck a judge, fuck a case baby
Ooh shawty, you shawty, come and be my new boo shawty
Listen, im fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

(verse 4: wale)
Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first
Money never ever hurt cuz rapping got a lot of perks
Hold up, wait, these nikes dont got no date
It aint gon be no back and forth
But i do quite well with all the bait
That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though
165 and im not surprised see my flow is yuck! my cd gross!
Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, im thinking out loud
In the back seat and its getting quite loud
Point em all out, i can sit em all down
Double mg, what about yall?
These sbs aint never coming out
God forgive and we dont, keep my circle small you cant get in my crowd
104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way
And i gotta thank the young boy out of state
We gon rep the city of folarin straight, that bait


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