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OilBass Lyrics - Artist : Cool Kids, The
(Bass)
Basslinin' to them pops Eighty five for the top Speeding out to the trades Twenty five for the flake Thirty five for a block Eighteen for the half Ninety five for the quarter Fifty five for an eighth Twenty eight for the split Twelve hundred for a zip Weigh the work while it's wet And let it dry from the plate Cuz bought a quarter from me Can't sure he'll be loyal to me Scraping up that lawyer money He just caught another case Tie it down to twelve straights Pack it up in all tens Makin' forty off the bricky But he triple out of state Different rentals, switchin' plates With the kibbles and them bits All my niggas shootin' trips Playing with them 10 0-8 Missed call from the plug But he callin' from the clink Water runnin' in the sink Blake Griffin off the break Alley-oop up at the rim Work jumpin' off the gym Dope runnin' off the stem But they love that oil-base I was stayin' in Kahlua You were stayin' in the sewer Hundred grand on computer Thousand dollar graphic card When you still crackin' cars Lemme put 'em in their place Like I'm working real estate Put these niggas in a cape Always tryna save a dot You forgot about the gwap 3D printed me an ounce Got it from a Google doc Reinvested in the rap VPS and red and black Sales poppin' where I'm at Ain't no mercy for a rat I bet she poppin' now APC, drop 'em down Bitch was flexin', said she rich from pension Yeah, she drop 'em down Pick em' up and hop into the whip When niggas not around Type that fuck a nigga in your crib When you outta town (ooh) Ooh need a body brought Haul that shawty out the car Type to tell twelve that I'm gone when I gotta hide Chop it up and put it on a plate like it's a la carte But she knew it was that oil-base 'Cause it wouldn't dry (Bass) Eh yo I'm at the dry-cleaners Fat strings in my Adidas Boomboxin', hip-hoppin' out the motherfuckin' Beamer Moochie pulled up in a Saab, dawg, I had to rethink it I gotta get another job and count it up in the machine Crackin' numbers Patent leather on my jumper Follow through with the wrist When you whip it, square your shoulders I don't know it, just to show it Cost a brick to break it open And I told your goofy ass when you met her, she was gone Bend it back, six five, let it crack Eh, don't you touch shit I gotta count it where it's at The stone cold stunner come and drop you on your neck Ted DiBiase, that's the million dollar plan Damn, eh, you dropped a hunnid K Just to get that shit snatched when you got to L.A. Them niggas made you buy it back Why you lying in your raps? If you ain't bought the bag Then you pinching out the sack, nigga You should come and vibe with me (Bass) (Bass) |
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