[Verse 1]
Eight to the bottom, eight to the top, wavy
Mobbing, fuck it [?] for ya
Bass for your hips, pop in it and lock
[?], blow it, all goddamn night
I got bitches, that's my business
As my witness, I need two to keep my dick
I pull up on 'em with the shits
Mess around and catch a body fucking with this chick
Wait, I know you got niggas tryna fuck you
Wait, I know that your nigga he don't trust you
Wait, to be honest I would keep you close too
But I'm not your nigga, I just want you, aye
You are now rocking with the coldest, yuh
Pour it up and sip on this slow shit
Purple keep a motherfucker focused, yuh
That molly keep her pretty legs open, yeah
[Chorus]
I just want a lil bad bitch on my mattress
I might move a lil fast baby, but we'll get past it
Acting up like it's too big for you, so dramatic
Roll me a blunt of that gas, I don't smoke no babbage
Hold on, wait
[Verse 2]
Do not put a label on the ting baby, yeah
Take my [?] and got no name baby, yeah
You already know the gang supreme baby, yeah
Turn the pussy to a [?] fiend baby, yeah
Got to hold it on me like five yards back
But my other niggas don't know what to do with that
She the type to like a little pain with it, wait
Mess around and put my whole name on a bitch
To Bass be the glory [Verse 1] Eight to the bottom, eight to the top, wavy Mobbing, fuck it [?] for ya Bass for your hips, pop in it and lock [?], blow it, all goddamn night I got bitches, that's my business As my witness, I need two to keep my dick I pull up on 'em with the shits Mess around and catch a body fucking with this chick Wait, I know you got niggas tryna fuck you Wait, I know that your nigga he don't trust you Wait, to be honest I would keep you close too But I'm not your nigga, I just want you, aye You are now rocking with the coldest, yuh Pour it up and sip on this slow shit Purple keep a motherfucker focused, yuh That molly keep her pretty legs open, yeah [Chorus] I just want a lil bad bitch on my mattress I might move a lil fast baby, but we'll get past it Acting up like it's too big for you, so dramatic Roll me a blunt of that gas, I don't smoke no babbage Hold on, wait [Verse 2] Do not put a label on the ting baby, yeah Take my [?] and got no name baby, yeah You already know the gang supreme baby, yeah Turn the pussy to a [?] fiend baby, yeah Got to hold it on me like five yards back But my other niggas don't know what to do with that She the type to like a little pain with it, wait Mess around and put my whole name on a bitch Explain Request ×
Lyrics taken from
/bass_santana-slidin-1559779.html
