Song parody of
Bubble Bass
by Xanna Khan
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Shout out to Nero, Felo smoking on must
I'm counting up gwallah, dollars, and such
Hating on xan you must smoking on dust
Loaded 44 gon go through your guts
Not talking bout soda but I had your crush
I step in the spot I bet that hoe blush
Double trouble big bubble bass by the butt
On my dick playing two hand touch
I walk like a boss big time no rush
Eye in the scope Ima peep like Gus
Goofy ass boy mad he ain't us
Why they always act like the heat ain't tucked
Foul mouth when I slide in her she cuss
Hotdog in the microwave she gon bust
Clown ass nigga Ima call you crusty
Don't call me brother cause you can't be trusted
Fuck out my face, boy you a snake we don't relate
Baker's maid yeah she got cake
Told her put that right on my plate
Machine with a drum 808
Put eight in your stomach Jon and Kate
Ima draw the shit up Donny Cates
Wally West couldn't keep my pace
Fuck a mind game bitch I don't sweat shit
Feeling ultimate like Hellwig
Came with two goons like I'm Ellering
I got killers like Bill, bitch I'm Hillary
In my whip bitch don't touch my auxiliary
Marko Stunt nigga know he a mini me
Look at these choopers boy got artillery
Muzzle my mutt nigga know he ain't hearing me
Went Jeepers Creepers so the fuck nigga fearing me
Glock bust his ass like a enema, enemy
Gun and he blade bitch I'm feeling like Squall
Pull out the bread bet the bird gon squawk
Came with the game bitch I came with the squad
Look at my diamonds gon shock like a pichu
Clear day sunny sky nigga they see through
Fireball right in my hand no Ryu
Shout out to Nero, Felo smoking on must
I'm counting up gwallah, dollars, and such
Hating on xan you must smoking on dust
Loaded 44 gon go through your guts
Not talking bout soda but I had your crush
I step in the spot I bet that hoe blush
Double trouble big bubble bass by the butt
On my dick playing two hand touch
I walk like a boss big time no rush
Eye in the scope Ima peep like Gus
Goofy ass boy mad he ain't us
Why they always act like the heat ain't tucked
Foul mouth when I slide in her she cuss
Hotdog in the microwave she gon bust
Clown ass nigga Ima call you crusty
Don't call me brother cause you can't be trusted
Shout out to Nero, Felo smoking on must
I'm counting up gwallah, dollars, and such
Hating on xan you must smoking on dust
Loaded 44 gon go through your guts
Not talking bout soda but I had your crush
I step in the spot I bet that hoe blush
Double trouble big bubble bass by the butt
On my dick playing two hand touch
I walk like a boss big time no rush
Eye in the scope Ima peep like Gus
Goofy ass boy mad he ain't us
Why they always act like the heat ain't tucked
Foul mouth when I slide in her she cuss
Hotdog in the microwave she gon bust
Clown ass nigga Ima call you crusty
Don't call me brother cause you can't be trusted
Fuck out my face, boy you a snake we don't relate
Baker's maid yeah she got cake
Told her put that right on my plate
Machine with a drum 808
Put eight in your stomach Jon and Kate
Ima draw the shit up Donny Cates
Wally West couldn't keep my pace
Fuck a mind game bitch I don't sweat shit
Feeling ultimate like Hellwig
Came with two goons like I'm Ellering
I got killers like Bill, bitch I'm Hillary
In my whip bitch don't touch my auxiliary
Marko Stunt nigga know he a mini me
Look at these choopers boy got artillery
Muzzle my mutt nigga know he ain't hearing me
Went Jeepers Creepers so the fuck nigga fearing me
Glock bust his ass like a enema, enemy
Gun and he blade bitch I'm feeling like Squall
Pull out the bread bet the bird gon squawk
Came with the game bitch I came with the squad
Look at my diamonds gon shock like a pichu
Clear day sunny sky nigga they see through
Fireball right in my hand no Ryu
Shout out to Nero, Felo smoking on must
I'm counting up gwallah, dollars, and such
Hating on xan you must smoking on dust
Loaded 44 gon go through your guts
Not talking bout soda but I had your crush
I step in the spot I bet that hoe blush
Double trouble big bubble bass by the butt
On my dick playing two hand touch
I walk like a boss big time no rush
Eye in the scope Ima peep like Gus
Goofy ass boy mad he ain't us
Why they always act like the heat ain't tucked
Foul mouth when I slide in her she cuss
Hotdog in the microwave she gon bust
Clown ass nigga Ima call you crusty
Don't call me brother cause you can't be trusted
