Bassline lyrics

by

Quelle Chris


[Verse 1]
Ho, the only thing you gotta know
My di*k touch the ground when I'm sitting on the floor
You think I'm gon' fall off? I got advice for you, holmes
Fall asleep in your car in your garage with the engine on
I'm playing ping pong with your b*tch jaws
You the type to have a sing-along in Superman drawers
I got a redhead ho I call Molly Ringwald
She like to take a lot of molly and bring Adderall
Sipping white wine 'til the sunset
Before it got dark, she already got naked
Necked her for a second, then she got reckless
Rump shaker, Wreckx-n-Effect it
Bum, stickity bum, stickity bum, Das EFX'ed it
Left her bum sticky, fell asleep on the terrace
Me on the beat, that's a hate crime
With black ink, I murder white lines
Bassline

[Verse 2]
What's with all the ho sh*t?
Your flow's atrocious
The amount of weed I smoke is copious
Eyes red like Soviet
Dog, you're on some bogus sh*t
These novice poets are not my associates
Ferocious, but the flows inappropriate
But if you approach this, they might call encroachment
I'm so bent, oh sh*t
Got your b*tch soaking
I ain't Clarence Carter, but b*tch, I be stroking
Ho, are you outta your mind?
I tell a b*tch like this, "You are not that fine"
I don't give a b*tch sh*t, no, not a dime
But b*tch, for you, I ain't even got time
The sunshine in the thunderstorm
Catching clouds smellin' like the Green Giant underarm
I can never cuff her, holmes, I just give her Sutter Homes
Nut all on her butt, wipe it up, then I send her home
Bassline
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