'm smoking sour Married to the game but she broke her vows That's why my bars are full of broken bottles And my night stands are full of open bibles
plates, please enjoy Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct Yes, yes, hi, hi I like your bass, I like your bass Your beat is nice,
Lil Lay-Lay mad, they going out like they J.J. Fad. Now how do these stars assume they can use the auto-tune, Just because the bass go boom I spend my
Luda, I'm a hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt And
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump Like it's way crunk, yeah Fake punks get they face lumped Sent to the most high, by the most fit You gotta do,
it yo Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine Slapped the pastor, didn't know pop had asthma He pulled out his blue Bible, change fell out
that Get your shit pushed, muh'fucker, fuckin' with Crack Catch a 100 in your cap, your brain be by your waistline LV on this track, hell of a bass line
his head bowed down but his eyes are open wide Having a one man revival with an electronic Bible Listenin' to the parade going by And the bass drum
and arms spinnin' like Christ Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon Verbs I gather well, standard data shells My squad camouflage your wealth like the Bible
We bring the sound communication of our tribal war Dark vision fly by helicopters in the night Attempt triangulation of our station in the fight Straight from the bass
to the Florida Keys, we be Slangin the WORD, while they smokin they're herb And dippin 64's, hittin switches on the curb Then swerve back in place, bump that bass
passport, my flag, my own bible As soon as the tempo is there Then, then Oh again, once again) C'est mon passeport, mon drapeau, ma bible a moi 1-2-
don't put our hands over our mouth And whatever comes up comes out We don't put our hands over our mouth Whatever comes up comes out Please mister bass
Picked up a Holy Bible and it burned my hands The witch is on the broom stick, she put me in the mix Tonight all the dead in the cemetery will dance
take, Hypocritical faggot, the crucifix you drag it, Your Holy intentions are fake! Adultress bi-sexual, not one time but several, The Bible damns to
verge of pointless Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare Look for the common, not superficial Code red cola? War conformity crisis Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
'mon I thought you knew bout a brother like me With a name like swan... [rock] You's a buddha junkie! [bj swan] Chase the taste of the elegance flowin' in the bass
