Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bastermating, artist - Asher Roth. Album song Pabst & Jazz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Retrohash
Song language: English
Bastermating |
| Quit trying to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar |
| I spark life with the pen |
| Too advance for ya’ll |
| My raps are, my raps are unbelievable |
| I think it’s time I play the lotto |
| I’m feeling lucky sucker, oh well fuck it is my motto |
| Gotta bring the ruckus smoking nuggets, sip moscato |
| With roscoe dash while I play his record on serato |
| Vado’s, prolly my favorite rapper since bob dole |
| Odd flow so I drive slow with my eyes closed |
| Stop stroll? |
| nah yo I’d rather eat hot crow |
| Closed throat, gross bro, don’t forget to swallow |
| Hollow, that’s what they try to tell me that my rhymes is |
| So I found God had to tell him what his moms did |
| WHAT?! |
| is this some fucking sick joke? |
| Like an anorexic chick putting on a strip show |
| No shit, oh bitch, go and let them nips show |
| Let me see a pole flip and then throw it back |
| back bone when I take it back home |
| Heard I made that ass fat, I’m a fuckin rap pro |
| Let’s go! |
| Man I came to bring the pain |
| Twelvey spittin' flames |
| Live from the 212, with my A dollar gang |
| AP Audamar |
| Running like a viking back |
| Instagram with the flow |
| All the hoes liking that, Recite it back |
| Run it back, Play it over (play it over) |
| Ace set everything, my young nigga’s taking over |
| Pop Rex make ya' soda |
| Loud it’s a roll up |
| Cooking up some shit Ty Dash screaming hold up |
| Rosay what it do? |
| True niggas make ya moves |
| Came to give ya hell, for the pleasure and the principal |
| Kick it by the school, trappin' in the frat house |
| Gorgeous Motherfucker gettin' pussy like it’s a cat house |
| Blow the back out, Didn’t bring the stacks out |
| Then she got a trean, everybody bring in the stash house |
| Carolina blue jays, shit is like stack house |
| Sippin real slow but a nigga’s on the fast route |
| Last year this time, I was on some low shit |
| Last year this time, ya’ll was on some ho shit |
| Body after body I’m a 12 gauge shawty |
| Toast to the mowi cause I know that God has got me |
| Huh, Man I came to play |
| I ain’t talking bout no games today |
| Man I’m tripping on the fame today |
| Man I aim to spray, I step back and let the flame away |
| I set it off. |
| (Yo, I think I took to many of those. Yo Ash how many was I supposed to take? |
| I think I’m fucked. |
| Heh |
| Walk into the most expensive strip club with my dick out |
| Pissed a fist full of change and knocked that bitch out |
| Today was my first day at work I brought yo dish out |
| Clip my toenails over your plate to watch you fish out |
| Pictures of greatness. |
| Now, show me wear the cake is |
| I’m a take it and Shove it all in the lawmakers faces |
| Doing what you feel can be unreal |
| I looked up and spit like half a meal |
| Pictures of my old crib hanging at my new crib |
| Raps and hoes, besides those I don’t do shit |
| Tryna do it extra cool, don’t fuck with the stress |
| Louie condoms, Girl come get Fucked with finase |
| MY school kids are pimpin, they sellin choclate bars |
| Me and my niggas up in this crib and we some choclate stars |
| You said I fell off, my money said that bitch a liar |
| How you sleeping on chip if your matress on fire? |
| Tonights the night that will change your life girl |
| All you gotta do is give him what he like girl |
| Allota head and a alotta shut the fuck up and chill |
| Mabey a 25 and 2 viagra pills |
| Let’s roll the flame up |
| I didn’t came up |
| When you steady going up they wanna hang ya |
| But, I ain’t worried until they read my verdict |
| I’m a promise I splure it because, I feel I deserve it |
| I get more from flippin the burgers |
| Move from a worker to the chairman of my own operation |
| You could get under, I throw a party and bitches think it’s a slumber |
| Some chicks that spent the night, but, I never gave them my number |
| I’m young hefner, a couple cuties to measure |
| Houndred and 12 weigh it up, it’s nothing extra |
| And when you murdered the pen they wanna test ya |
| Just don’t make me black yo eyes like a professer |
| Don’t you know I’m wanna them guys? |
| go check the records |
| Have me getting clappin like the end of a lecture |
| I’m good in the empire you part of it, then you lucky |
| They call me Yp, but in the city I’m like nucky |
| Ripples can’t believe it and haters feel the same |
| They don’t care about the grad |
| They juices of minute maid |
| I tell them all the time, «get out get paid» |
| You here for the lang haul or only just a phase? |