God Don’t Like Ugly Baby Bash (Ft. Lil Rob & Romero (Clika One))

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 shit 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