Lyrics:
Music - Divyam
Engineered by Trappy 808
[Hook - Sky 38]
Gall corner di ae Light jithe paindi ghatt
reporting from the hood
Harsh pall ae urey
dropping that bass (Uh)
Spitting them bars
(yeah) , here's a little taste
Motherfucker, I'm that hood
Smoking that backwoods like a fiddle
I'm Jay-Z mixed
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
in the hood trying create the next winner that'll be gone til november somewhere hot in December. I brought you along like I couldn't do it alone I
the honor roll
If you never counting on me, tell me what you counting for
Bass loud, windows down, screaming out Geronimo
Back for the first time, backed by
speed up
She like it fast so I speed up
Slow down, Do that thang witcho tongue
New round, Got that bass with the drum
Touchdown, Like a pack in my hood
My beats bang like sum muthafuckin drummer boys
Im makin hella noise
My bass beating up my truuunk
In my trunk
I like muzik i can buuump
In my trunk
roots like Velcro
Bending them strings (yeah), dropping that bass (huh)
Spitting them bars (yeah), here's a little taste, motherfucker
I'm that hood
THE BASS PLANET IS A GHETTO T87
C1
The bass planet is a ghetto
And that's alright
you can ride to the beat all day and night
the bass planet is
the bass up when I'm blowing
Og what I'm smoking
Two fifteen's in the trunk and im rolling
I See them hating as I drive in
Swearving through the hood bumping
But I'm high off the bass and I'm hooked on horns
Dancing so hard I gotta shave them corns, I got the
Stanky funk rolling down the street and it
time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel
the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh
allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit
the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by
the hood 'cause I'm dedicated
If I was you, I woulda never made it
I'm holiday, so I'm celebrated
We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember that
Style's
with some money, man
C'mon man, be cool, man
Y'all Mexicans always come with this shit
Yo, Dre! Kick in the bass!
Ooh, that's funky, that's funky
(Uh, Nuri je cool ) Back in the dayz, keď netrápil ťa cash
Keď jediné čo chceli sme bol len trochu rešpekt
A nech z okna duní bass
A smoke nech není
with some money, man
C'mon man, be cool, man
Y'all Mexicans always come with this shit
Yo, Dre! Kick in the bass!
Ooh, that's funky, that's funky
I'm just feelin beuno
Yeah I'm feelin' good
If you came to ruin my vibe, don't pull up to my hood
I'm feelin' bueno
Damn I'm feelin' great
Might post
unless I am the cook
I always been a crook, now by bass got the whole city shook
Swear these rappers bout to bite my lines call this a fishing hook
the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh
the hood we straight
Buy a new crib on the lake Tell my fam we straight
Niggas been feelin' the way I'm tryna build me a bank
Cause I need a million in
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing
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