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Bass Santana

Who Took Yo Bae?

 

Who Took Yo Bae?

(Album: Obeah Child - 2016)


Rappers on deck, what's up?
My bitch looking for a reason to trip
Don't call, just text
Don't play that shit
Making [?], chilling with the xannies on deck
Cut a bitch off, she pressed
Do not flex, nigga you weak

Yeah, success will leave a hater sick
Just wait 'til I get paid a bit
To whom decide they sliding with me
I'm the Bass and don't forget
I was trying to hustle up
I fell victim to that pussy, happens to the best of us
Time to move and get this money
Ain't trying to force the situation
You can set it off, I see you [?]
Girls can never get enough, always trying to act innocent before she get fucked

Rubbers on deck, wassup
Give me that neck, that neck, that neck and cut
My bitch looking for a reason to trip
Don't call, just text
Don't play that shit
Making [?], chilling with the xannies on deck
Cut a bitch off, she pressed
Do not flex, nigga you weak
Looking like a lick, you sleep

I do not know how you was brought up
My mama taught me not to talk too much
I do not care, the less that they know
Put a rare bitch in yesterday's clothes
Who took your bae?
Who took your bae?
Who took your bae, nigga?
I got the bass
I got the bass
I got the bass

Tripping off the music, riding with the speakers tryna make a movie
Ain't nobody listen to it, ain't nobody feel me, that shit put me through it
I was just young and kinda stupid
Scotty taught me how to do it
You make sure a nigga cooling
Baby you not the only chick I fool with
I told my moms to pray for me, she always tryna take control
I understand that love produce hate
She know that I don't got a soul
I bring it back to basics, do not leave your bae for Bass to play with
She not in your face, then I'ma stain it
That coochie right lady, I obtain it
Hit the booty, you a little thicker
We go dumb like [?] little sister
Take your bae to see how ratchet she can get
I can't help it, I'm a dapper nigga
DJ Santana, that's my [?]
Count your blessings, baby, funk my presence
Gotta get a couple hundred thousand for the younging
Gotta get at least a couple million for my son
Take this dick, don't run like a track meet
Nightmares for your bad ass in the backseat
Light years for the right now in the hotbox
One of these days I'm gonna cop me a droptop

I do not care, the less that they know
Put a rare bitch in yesterday's clothes
Who took your bae?
Who took your bae?
That shit cray
Who took your bae?
I got the bass
I got the bass
I got the bass
Who took your bae?
Who took your bae?
Who took your bae?
That shit crazy
Who took your bae?
I got the bass
I got the bass
I got the bass
I got the bass

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