Hurricane Chris A bay bay Letras:
[Intro]
Dis baby dream everybody say ay Bay Bay

[Hurricane Chris]
ay Bay Bay, trey Bay Bay, ay Bay Bay [4x]

[Chorus]
You wanna know what we say in
da club (ay Bay Bay)
White folks, gangstas, and
the thugs (ay Bay Bay)
Stuntin with a stacks of dem dubs (ay Bay Bay)
Ridin in the lac' with a mug (ay Bay Bay)

Im in da club hollerin
ay Bay Bay, ay Bay Bay, ay Bay Bay, ay
Bay Bay, ay Bay Bay [2x]
Im in da club hollerin

[Verse 1: Hurrican Chris]
Now when I holla ay Bay Bay,
Im finna get my groove on
Its so hot up in da club
That i aint got no shoes on
Holdin up a big stack of dem honeys
In a rubberband
So dont ask me for no cash
Cause im not that other man
Everybody trippin cause im
limpin when im walkin
And im pimpin when im talkin
I dont trick 'em when im talkin
Them boys in the back
They be rollin up they dopey
And they blow until choke
And thats what got his got his game flossin
Wen i see a bad chick im hollerin out ay Bay Bay
Hope ya'll aint with your boyfriend
Cuz i dont care what they say
And i dont care what he say, or she say
Im in the DJ both takin pics. with the DJ
You wanna know what we say
When the clubs get crunk (wat) ay Bay Bay
Let it play thats my song turn it up (ok)
You wanna know what we say
When the clubs get crunk (wat) ay Bay Bay
Let it play thats my song turn it up

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[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Hurricane Chris]
Now if you lookin for me baby
You can find me bangin in the chevy
Candy painted swangin 90
Big cars creep with my people right behind me
I showed 'em my chain
And now she hollerin where you findin me
Show my mouth piece to them freaks
Now they hirin me
Oh u gotta fire dem well i
hope you aint tryin me
Throw the car in park then i
reach under my seat
Hop out with my hand under my shirt
Thats where that 9 be
Youngin tryna chirp me
She tryna see where i be
You goin to let me get in your mouth
Well thats where ima be
Unpop trunk with lights
Thats where the chopper be
Straight to the hotel
All the baddest chicks followin me
I know you like my style
I aint trippin im just tryna see
Gurl is you drunk
Well tell me why you leanin on me
And if you thankin ima stunt you trippin
I pulled up in an expedition
with the roof missin

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Hurricane Chris]
ay Bay Bay let it play thats my song turn it up
Im in the club hot, crunk, sweatin, burnin up
Im bouncin thru the crowd
Buckin, and hollerin wass up
When i done fell out on the dance floor
And now i cant get up
J's on ya feet but you cant get ease
Loui vaton brown, white, and
yellow trick please
I go to Saint Louis and let my chain hang low
Conary yellow diamonds mixed with rows gold
I shine real bright in the
light cause im a star
8 shots of patron now im standin on the bar
Tried to get drunk as a skunk
And put the keys in the wrong car
Prolly got drunk as a skunk
And put the keys in the wrong car

[Chorus]

ay Bay Bay let it play thats my song turn it up
[10x]
Letras: A bay bay Hurricane Chris [final]