Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures
Got your baby mama sending nude pictures
Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string
My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/
Bass music was my culture, still is
No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches
I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,
Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck
I mean turn up the bass
She graduated top of the class
Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix
She likes the way it hits her lips
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
But the flow is just so true to me the speakers bass shooting through to me i get
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