Bass lyrics

by

Trick Daddy


This dedicated to all the real DJ's
All 'em n*ggas in them Chevy's

Hey, what's up, playa hatin n*ggas need to shut the f*ck up! (Shut up!)
Cut it out
Make my name taste like sh*t in ya mouth (Doodoo!)
Same n*ggas that be talking this sh*t
Be the first n*ggas speak when I walk in that b*tch
Them lame n*ggas that be hatin' on Trick
Jump right in they whip and go to funkin my sh*t!
You know how n*ggas be (yes)
They ya dawgs while ya there but they talk 'bout you when you leave
I'm like f*ck n*gga, please
You couldn't get a blessing from me if you f*ck n*ggas sneezed
Up fire, like f*ck n*gga freeze
Don't move don't mothaf*ckin' breathe!
See I was raised to be f*ckn*gga-free
If You don't like what I'm sayin', then f*ck n*gga leave!
I, stay far away from sucka n*ggas
Get money, live life, like f*ck a n*gga
You, you and your crew and some other sh*t
Fake thugs who indulge in that sucka sh*t!

I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
And we known for the BASS
We got pills, got weed, got yay, SK's, AK's
And a whole lot of BASS
Where my Dunk Ryder n*ggas at?
With the funk in the trunk
Let 'em hear that BASS
Thugs n*gga wanna feel that BASS
All the ladies go crazy when they hear that BASS
See, I'm a n*gga that's straight out the hood
My momma, grand momma they straight out the woods
So if I'm GA, Alabama, or South Carolina just know that I'm good
I, represent for the thug n*ggas
Start snappin' go to slappin' all the f*ck n*ggas
Back hand any n*gga wearin' tight pants
f*ck n*gga might as well wear lace wigs
b*tch ass n*gga you
You try too hard, and I ain't feeling you
So here's what I'm finna do
I'mma ask you to leave, and that's what you better do!
Right now, get ya puss ass out
Or later on they will tote ya ass out
Keep smokin, drinkin, thinkin' this a mothauckin' game
Get hit up wit dem thangs!

I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
And we known for the BASS
We got pills, got weed, got yay, SK's, AK's
And a whole lot of BASS
Where my Dunk Ryder n*ggas at?
With the funk in the trunk
Let 'em hear that BASS
Thugs n*gga wanna feel that BASS
All the ladies go crazy when they hear that BASS
To the n*gga wit the old school tape deck
Say playa, can a n*gga get a bass check
Now that's too much qual for your new car
And this bass too hard for ya iPod
My God, I hope you got a good heart
Cause ol' lord these speakers on steroids
Can't nan n*gga rap like I rap
f*ck n*ggas slick rap but they won't step
It's the n*ggas like me who ya can't scare
Coming through with the middle finger in the air!
f*ck you, you and your whole crew
Yo mammy, yo pappy, and ya hoe too
I, gives a f*ck what a n*gga think
Off rip be the first n*gga in the paint
You, you the n*gga that will try to run
Dial 911, say I got a gun!

I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
And we known for the BASS
We got pills, got weed, got yay, SK's, AK's
And a whole lot of BASS
Where my Dunk Ryder n*ggas at?
With the funk in the trunk
Let 'em hear that BASS
Thugs n*gga wanna feel that BASS
All the ladies go crazy when they hear that BASS
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net