Baby Bash - God Don't Like Ugly lyrics

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Baby Bash - God Don't Like Ugly lyrics

Chorus: Romero God don't like ugly, homie So why you hatin' on me No one could judge you, homie Don't let 'em budge you, homie There's no excuses, homie Don't be so useless, homie Get ya mind or ya money right [Verse 1: Baby Bash] I'm on a whole another level Check under my sombrero I'm higher than a fire escape Fly as a sparrow The V-Town hustler, doin' the damn do-da Seem Like the game, is full of them barracudas Them cut Throat, wanna be something they can't do With nothin' else better than markin' fake truth Now tell me it ain't true You know The sh** I'm breathin' Is hundred percent legit The facts, and no deceivin' I'm behind the scenes, ridin' clean, watchin' them pop a raid And just like fiends and weirdo geeks, them hobos love to hate You can call it what you wanna call it, mayne, just feel free But at least I know All them real gatos feel me Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) [Lil Rob] Watch what you say, homie, don't bite ya tongue I take a hit of the spliff, and put some smoke in my lungs Yeah Exhale and let you know what I think I, think nothing of it In fact, I'm above it Yeah You vatos need to watch ya mouth, and stop Representing somethin' you know nothin' about I do what I do Don't bother me, and I won't bother me I'm just a man, trying to make my feria too So don't cross the line, don't mess with mine, don't Wanna have to Get Sick with it, take a beat and put a twist with it [Romero] Romero el mero mero [Lil Rob] Lil Rob and Baby Bash In it because we love it, not to mention the cash Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Romero] You could pray for my demise, try to dirty up my memory Romero is a boss, always on time with my deliveries And you'll get fired on the spot if you try dissing me You silly rabbits rappin', never ever threaten me My flow is out of hand My game is that advanced You talkin' bad, I got ya girlfriend jumpin' out her pants God don't like nothin' ugly Plus you got nothin' on me I'll slap that garbage out your mouth and get to dumping on you You spittin' in the wind I'm spittin' in ya face Better watch out what you say, when you use my name in vein You should be glad I made it But no, you hella hatin' You see me steppin' up my game, you see me elevatin' Repeat Chorus

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