Bass Santana, Kin$oul - God Damn feat. Kin$oul

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To Bass be the glory
You won’t get no pussy smokin' zone, my mans
Goddamn, goddammit, goddamn, goddamn
Still smokin' good kush, goddamn, goddamn
You niggas still smokin' Reggie, goddamn
You ain’t my nigga, you a mothafuckin' fan (Yeah)
Goddammit who got it on lock
You a pussy like Rob Cinderblock (Rob Cinderblock)
You niggas pussy, gettin' caught and then you talk (Snitch)
I used to hide the dime bags under rocks
(You bitch)
I never once got caught from the cops
I never once told all that to the opps
One batty bwoy turn a informer
One batty bwoy haffi get *
gunshot
Blood clot
Goddamn, goddammit, goddamn, yeah
Twenty-eight grams goddamn, goddamn
Game change, Broward County, switch lanes
Tryna count hella bands all with one hand
Goddamn, goddammit goddammit
How do you manage back on this planet
I barely could handle it
I need me my cannabis, just channel it
Gave me advantages, flow, Los Angeles
I might tan a bitch
, fuck all that arguin'
Fuck all that shit
Fuck what a bitch say, give me my switchblade
Give you a big fade, what that punk say?
Make you a mistake,
don’t fuck up the fengshui
Like Kanye, sippin' in Bombay
All day, all day,
don’t fuck up the fengshui
(Don't fuck it up please)
Fuck what a bitch say, give me my switchblade
Give you a big fade, what that punk say?
Make you a mistake,
don’t fuck up the fengshui
Like Kanye, sippin' in Bombay
All day, all day,
don’t fuck up the fengshui
Blood clot
Goddamn, goddammit, goddamn
Twenty-eight grams goddamn, goddamn
Game change, Broward County, switch lanes
Tryna count hella bands all with one hand