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(damn)
Steady actin' gangsta, that ain't even you
Set up by bitches, they ain't even cute (huh?)
I won't tell a soul, I be keep it movin' (nah)
Woppy

friend
He talking , that nigga is proof
We aint got nothing to lose
We are too fancy to fight
We pull up and boom
I come take yo wife and we Fornicate
I

Bing Bang Boom

Highway 101

Today's Hot Country [K-Tel]

1995

Gather 'round me and lend an ear 'cause I've got something you ought to hear 
I'm telling you that you ought to fear a certain kind of love. 
Now

money, them niggas just getting by
Niggas gonna watch bitch nigga just sit and cry
I got the potion and the motion I can make you float
Rest in peace

The frequency in my body it's got me freezing 
That By design you know isn't so fucking appealing
Fucking tripping tripping on spilled milk I'm paranoid
They call

Mr. Bass Man

Johnny Cymbal

Hitdossier 60's, Vol. 1

2002

(Bop-bop-bop singing by bass voice)

Mr. Bass Man, you've got that certain somethin'
Mr. Bass Man, you set that music thumpin'
To you it's easy

Bang

Eminem

Bang

love, I'd rather cut my wrist (ah)
I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, that's how much I sip
Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist
(Ayo, let's

Boom bitch, throw that ball, I'm that pitcher
Got my hand on the gun cause I'm tryna get a kill
Pussy niggas still tryna get me out like in here
Pussy

the windows down, we blowing out the steam
I think we found a victim, or that’s the way it seems
I grab my ski mask, welcome all to field of screams
Boom boom

Bada-ting bada-boom baby
Bada-ting bada-boom baby
Bada-ting bada-boom baby
Bada-ting bada-boom boom boom
I got you by my side how could I lose
We

glide (I glide)
She just wanna get loose and vibe (vibe)
Got her bruckin' her back, take time (take time)
Turn the lights off and I still shine (boom

Fuck that, I'm in high school (I'm in high school)
Hyde Park, food fights in the lunch room (in them lunch room)
Got jumped on the bus one time too

I'm the lyricist of the year
Your lyrics are similar to Britney Spears
He didn't adhere so he disappeared
I'm the lyricist of the year
Injury

and they sit and they just bicker
And the vibe's getting bigger, talking bout we got race clothes
What type of sh*t is that? Let's erase those
Misconceptions

comin, Up
Going tic toc boom, 90s wonder Britney Spears
And I'm Smooth with the ladies
Spittin game n spittin bars been at it for years
I been moving slow,

me)
But I don't give a fuck
I don't see nobody stopping me
(I don't see nobody stopping me)
Yeah I'm proud of me
I got the Prada on me
That bitch is

Mr. Bass Man

John Entwistle

Rigor Mortis Sets In

1973

(Bop-bop-bop singing by bass voice)
Mr Bass Man, you've got that certain somethin'
Mr Bass Man, you set that music thumpin'
To you it's easy when

some bang, bang, bang, bang

Magents apparel
You can tell that I'm local by the clothing I wear
My flow caramel
I got the sugar and trust me xamina

gotta wait
Ain't no country clubs gon' fuck with us
We got guns 'n stuff, okay?
Ain't here for the bougie-shit
I'm a lunatic
And the crew's fittin' to go

huh, uh huh, yo, look

Woke up, phone buzzing
Hangover with my Rollie on
A text from a bitch that I'm fucking
But I don't know no more i rap, but I trap

like
Ridin' round the town
Two seater and I got the fuckin' windows down
Rollin round the Chi
Riding by, you hear the sound
Of that bass go (Boom Boom

Shirk
Boom plop
Neptune now his arms extends
 while one millions of souls
  sit lit in caves of darkness
What ols bark? The dog
mountain? Down by the Sea

night when she see me in person (thot)
Hit her for a while, I was up off a Perc' (uh, uh)
That bitch booty big, Baby think baby got surgery
It clap

They won't find your body, that's a cold case (brrr)
Drinkin' Spade, I bought a cold case
Money comin' fast, not a slow pace (we gettin' money, nigga)