Baby Bash - Trees Lyrics
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    Chorus: Baby Bash & Angel Dust
    Let's take it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami
    Let's take it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia
    Let's take it out to Cali, daddy, to California
    Let's take it New York and meet a gang of New Yorkers
    Cause I love 'em all
    In and out of the mall
    In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought
    What, ever it be
    Cash or currency
    Mami can take picture, I promise to say "Trees!" (Trees!)

    Hook: Baby Bash & Angel Dust
    Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun
    Let's take it down to Texas, where they be gettin' wreckless
    Dirty dirt
    Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun
    Let's take it to Chicago, back, to Colorado
    Here we go
    Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun
    Let's take it overseas to France and Germany
    On the radio
    Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun
    Sugar, it's on me, forget what the cost be
    Shake ya thang, now

    [Verse 1: Baby Bash (Angel Dust)]
    Ain't nothin' wrong with a little bit of lightweight thang
    They want me to sound my name (WHO BE US!)
    V-Town, all the phat
    Take a picture with ya phone number, not attached
    Off to Sweden, I was leavin' them with horn attacks
    Somebody gets to clownin' and we all of that {*laughing*}
    This muh'fucker got jokes
    On the way
    To the show
    With my folks
    From the Bay, to L.A., down to Monte Ray
    Tejas, where the trill players don't play
    To all you Unsigned Hype, without a limelight
    Here's a sneak peak
    For your ass when the time's right

    Repeat Chorus & Hook

    [Verse 2: Pitbull]
    Damn, diggy-diggy, damn, damn
    Mami over there's off that chingy-chang, chang
    Where you from
    Cali, they do the damn thang
    I'm a take ya to Texas
    Where they slow it down, mayne
    Forget crackin', screw and chop it, to make a profit
    Miami, Atlanta, the land of the Choppers
    Where they used to pump bass to keep the fiends crunk
    Now we get crunk when the bass pump (What?)
    They ain't ready for what's about to happen
    (???) put it down with Dominicans in Manhattan
    Dite, que venga
    I got the Latins on lock
    From Puerto Rico to Cuba, this is somethin' they can't stop (Como!)

    Repeat Chorus & Hook


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