Mix It

Bass Santana

Score: 7
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Played: 87

Album:

Mix It

Genres:

Bass santana
Hip hop
Members only
Trap
Rap

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Languages:

Featured by:

Rotdecaca

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Lyrics:

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[Intro] To bass be the glory [Verse 1] I heard that nigga, he a loose cannon You be tripping off that shit, you a gook, ain't it? I be looking for the licks, where the new stain is? Come alive in the night like I'm Bruce Wayne, bitch You applied for the pipe when you slid back (bitch) Got me trying to work hard for a lil' neck (what?) I ain't never fall off, I'ma ball off, get 'em all off Flipping work, I done did that All ya'll niggas got your bitch waxed All ya'll niggas got your bitch back (get back) These hoes already got money They be fucking for the clout The revenge, or the wristband (wristband) Kill one, kill all, I'm a hit-man I ain't never had no fucks to begin with And I ain't got none left to be given Never listen to a nigga who ain't did shit Bend over lil' bitch, you a lil' lit Bet a nigga won't sign like a field trip Less the money looking something like you, hoe Too good to refuse then it's cool, go See treesh ain't shit but a good time, I'ma hit mine Call back, is a decline, I don't rewind All facts in the meantime, I'ma get right Bitch, my wrist don't get tired, I mix it with some wok [Hook] Mix it with some wok Mix it with some wok Mix it with some wok Mix it, wok Mix it with some wok Mix it with some wok Mix it with some wok Mix it, wok [Verse 2] Don't fuck with niggas that be talking to coppers Don't pull up on me less you talking with dollars She popping pussy, I'm just popping my collar, my nigga, woah (To bass be the) I pop a nigga if he start up the problems And move on with my life, hakuna matata That mean no worry, I ain't one for the drama, my nigga, no (Glory) (Ye, ye) I need more money, I got hella friends and I still feel alone (Ye, ye) Blue flame, that's my aura, I could never feel at home (Ye, ye) Bloody sprite up in my life, I sip until the feeling's gone (Ye, ye) I can teach you how to mix it, bitch, but you should bring the wok Wok, mix it, wok [Outro] Mix it with some wok Mix it, wok Mix it with some wok Mix it with some wok Mix it, wok Mix it with some wok Mix it, wok Mix it with some wok Mix it with some wok Mix it with some wok Mix it, wok Mix it with some wok Mix it, wok