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the bay - e-40 lyrics

[intro]
hallway

[verse 1: e*40]
we gon’ make ’em bring out all the candy toys
this slap right here is hyphy on steroids
leave it up to me to murk and murder it
it’s only right, it got my name written all over it
you know what it is, don’t act like you don’t know
when it comes to makin’ slaps, i’m a pro
you might find me shootin’ cr*ps by the sto’
hully*gully good, i ten or four
75 to a 100 thou’ a show
it depends on the size of the venue, i get mo’
quite the achiever, you’d think that i was po’
’til i planted a fetti tree and watched it grow
before i point fingers, i’ma blame myself
i refuse to blamе my failures on somebody elsе
it is what it is and that’s pretty much it
you ain’t gon’ find me throwin’ a hissy fit
gotta watch your back and side, and don’t forget your front
these dudes be rollin’ they opps up in a blunt
quick to kick some sh*t off like a punt
ain’t no referees or no umps
honey right there, she cakey like a bakery
she look like her coochie h*lla tasty
she know i’m ’bout my bread, about my pastry
she wanna give me head, her n*gga hates me
b*tch
[chorus: turf talk]
forgiatos on the whip (on the whip)
still gas, brake, dip (still gas, brake, dip)
knock slidin’ through your area (area)
i’m the g.o.a.t. (g.o.a.t., g.o.a.t., g.o.a.t.)
the bay area (the bay area)
forgiatos on the whip (on the whip)
still gas, brake, dip (still gas, brake, dip)
knock slidin’ through your area (area)
i’m the g.o.a.t. (g.o.a.t., g.o.a.t., g.o.a.t.)
the bay area (the bay area)

[verse 2: e*40]
the inside of my house look like the exploratorium
these suckas capwell like emporium
if you don’t know what that is, google it
water give ’em the game, they don’t know what to do with it
growin’ up in the octagon was interesting
promethazines and antihistamines
alcoholics and addicts sleeping on mattresses
the big homie got clean, now he’s a activist
the turfers gon’ turf to this, they gon’ gig
this is high frequency, this ain’t mid
travel all over the world ’cause i got quid
i might watch the bullfight in madrid
(madrid?) yeah, mayne
(where’s madrid?) spain
(you foolish, mayne, you the best
and i ain’t gon’ lie, bruh, you be dressed
how much your outfit cost?) guess
(stay on the gas, water) say less
(i tried your new wine, i’m impressed
i can’t wait to see what you comin’ out with next)
chasin’ checks is my expertise, i get gouda all overseas
i used to sell coca leaf, now it’s houses and notaries
got all kinda entities, s*corps and got llcs
invested in tech early, stay startuppin’ companies
[chorus: turf talk]
forgiatos on the whip (on the whip)
still gas, brake, dip (still gas, brake, dip)
knock slidin’ through your area (area)
i’m the g.o.a.t. (g.o.a.t., g.o.a.t., g.o.a.t.)
the bay area (the bay area)
forgiatos on the whip (on the whip)
still gas, brake, dip (still gas, brake, dip)
knock slidin’ through your area (area)
i’m the g.o.a.t. (g.o.a.t., g.o.a.t., g.o.a.t.)
the bay area (the bay area)

- e 40 lyrics

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