See Me at the Pulga - Baby Bash

Y’all some little putitos

Bite my style like mosquitos

Got more cheese than Cheetos

More paper than Office Depot

Tamale Kingpin, culero

En el groupo Los Traileros

Got a rooster on my side

Lil' Cleto, that’s his name

Little diamonds on my chain

Bigger diamonds on my ring

Other one is on my chankla, ridin'

Awesome, don’t stop us

Baby Bash, you don’t know

We just barely met ya ho

Took her back to Mexico (Subate!)

Diamonds, platinum, how we shine

You don’t wanna see us pull out our .45's

Diamonds on my wrist that’ll make you go blind

Cover your eyes, you don’t wanna go blind

You see me at the pulga, you don’t see me at the mall

I started to run fast, but the mira made me fall

You got dientes de follo

Now you can see me at the grocery or see me at the mall

Don’t see me in the county jail or juvenile hall

Do see me a little bit here

Do see me a little bit there

Everytime you see a player, yeah, I got that in the air

You can see me ride in the F-650

Fat sacs and a Glock now with me

Homeboy, I’m live on 3D

Backstage at the box, and I’m blowin' on fire

Look, I’m a private jet flyer

I could make you say, «Look, that’s him»

Fresh, dressed with a tilted grim

Throwback hat with a tilted rim

Sippin' on lean, so I’m tilted then

Everyday, all day, eat steak and shrimp

Hittin' your girl til my thang so limp

Plenty of game, so I ain’t so symp

So these hoes come ride my Pony

Can’t sign on the line

Cause you hoes can’t own me

Put it all on the table

Fool, let’s count this money

From the land of the milk and honey

Just ask Bash, we livin' lovely

I ride with rancheros

And roll with cold pistoleros

And hang with Ghetto Vaqueros

Because I’m all about pesos

And all I wanna do is keep ya fly

I don’t really wanna hurt no boi

Just grab me and put a piece of the pie

Baby Bash, you never lie

With alligator persuaders

We beatin' down, lay bootleggers

And keeping it so major, player

That them (?) best beware

Cause I don’t know what you heard

Hit me on my Nextel at church

So I can give you the word

Where they get tamales and birds

Federalis, cause they lurk

Don’t hang out with them weirdo jerks

Hit the valley, go pick up work

On Sunday, go to my abuela’s church

Baby Beeshy, what the feezy

Who said purple pimpin' ain’t easy

Baby Beeshy, what the feezy

Who said purple pimpin' ain’t easy

Chingo, Fade, got it made

Slanging elote, lemonade

Chingo, Fade, got it made

Slanging elote, lemonade