Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Basement, artist - King Combs.
Date of issue: 27.03.2019
Song language: English
Basement |
Ain’t no robbin' me |
'Cause I came from the basement, huh |
Might hit the strip when the day lit, huh |
Had a good time in Vegas |
It ain’t no problem baby |
You know I could take a vacation |
Yeah, two-tone Patek, no dangers |
Screamin' out, «Mama, we made it» |
Anyway, came from the basement |
Pullin' out guns when I’m faded |
All of them bitches and niggas that hated |
I’ma whip off the lot in the latest |
Shorty a little bit special |
But a foreign bitch, she don’t speak English |
I blew hundreds, you won’t find no singles |
I finesse and I get it so easy |
Gucci link, uh, air fly, that’s a cold summer |
When I speak, ayy, attention like I’m Bone Crusher |
What’s her name? |
Ayy, I don’t know, but I don’t trust her |
She decided, ayy, get it poppin' like I’m on somethin' |
That’s just what it is, ayy |
Any time we write, you know we bound to make a hit, ayy |
Had it since a kid and now we gettin' rich, yeah |
Pullin' up to parties, got your wifey in the VIP, yeah |
Yeah, uh |
Shorty be watchin' me, she see the guap on me |
I be the one in the foreign cars |
Models with me and they goin' hard |
Just pulled up, four door |
See the lifes that we live |
Make them niggas wanna act hard |
I could really get you lit |
Golf course in the backyard |
Niggas mad that I got it |
See the bag then I grabbed it |
Gettin' money, that’s a habit |
Got the coupe, automatic |
I don’t got time for waitin' |
What is the conversation? |
She be too complicated |
Diamond bracelets, combinations |
That’s just what it is, ayy |
Any time we write, you know we bound to make a hit, ayy |
Had it since a kid and now we gettin' rich, yeah |
Pullin' up to parties, got your wifey in the VIP, yeah |
Ain’t no robbin' me |
'Cause I came from the basement, huh |
Might hit the strip when the day lit, huh |
Had a good time in Vegas |
It ain’t no problem baby |
You know I could take a vacation |
Yeah, two-tone Patek, no dangers |
Screamin' out, «Mama, we made it» |
Gucci link, uh, air fly, that’s a cold summer |
When I speak, ayy, attention like I’m Bone Crusher |
What’s her name? |
Ayy, I don’t know, but I don’t trust her |
She decided, ayy, get it poppin' like I’m on somethin' |
Poppin' like I’m on somethin' |
Get it poppin' like I’m on somethin', yeah |