NOVA STELLA - BAKER MAN

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[chorus] Ridin' 'round the city slow Too fucked up Yeah my eyes real low I'm the baker man The way i stack that cake The way i roll in dough I made a plan Then i made it happen Got tired of bein' broke i [verse] Yeah I feel like peter pan I got a bag of magic dust on me Ok wish me well Nobody ever tought me how to ski (yeah) (uh uh) I'm takin' drugs And i'm servin' 'em too Lost boy in my city Tryna put on my crew (uh huh) Yeah i grew up with tough love So i might seem rude Yeah i grew up to fast and too young Swear i ain't seen nothin' new (nah) We just got drugs and crime in our city 'cause we ain't got nothin' better to do yeah Tell me i'm makin' a difference Tell me i'm makin' the world a lil better (yeah) Tell me i'm good enough Tell me i deserve to make all this chedder (yeah) I keep gettin' told that i ain't shit So now i got a vendetta Let it breath Got me runnin' outta breath in this bitch Imma ride till the wheels fall off (uh huh) Imma ride till i die in this bitch (damn) Just don't take me for granted Even though i'm yo' rock in this bitch [chorus] Ridin' 'round the city slow Too fucked up Yeah my eyes real low I'm the baker man The way i stack that cake The way i roll in dough I made a plan Then i made it happen Got tired of bein' broke i [verse] (yeah) You ain't never take no l's I'm down like 3 & 0 I lost my house I lost my bitch And got robbed by the bro Yeah g town baby thats real (g town) Y'all want somethin' y'all can feel (huh) Everytime i try to talk my shit Y'all don't believe i was really in the field God damnit i'm a too tough cracka on the east side (yeah) I'm rollin' up trees how i be high Bitch leave if you ain't finna be nice Ho's buzzin' 'round me like a beehive I feel like beyonce Imma be myself give a fuck what y’all say I don't listen to nobody else but me and my team and what god say Huh, yeah (ah ah) I'm tryna make that profit Huh (ah ah) I'm tryna fill my pockets Huh (ah ah) I'm tryna fill my pockets Huh (ah ah) I'm tryna make that profit [chorus] Ridin' 'round the city slow Too fucked up Yeah my eyes real low I'm the baker man The way i stack that cake The way i roll in dough I made a plan Then i made it happen Got tired of bein' broke i [outro] Fuck these ho's (ah ah) Fuck these ho's (ah ah) Fuck these ho's (ah ah) Fuck these ho's (ah ah) Fuck these ho's (ah ah)
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