Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feel the Bass, artist - Stalley. Album song Honest Cowboy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach
Song language: English
Feel the Bass |
They don’t pay me to talk diamonds |
So I reflect on other ways of shinin' |
I put time in this safety deposit box |
And let it sit next to the Cuban and Rolex watch |
I split a Cuban and fill it with the greenest pot |
Then plot on other ways, to get my money up cause, Uhh |
(Faint echoes: I just wanna x3) |
I turn anybody, into a loyal customer |
Off the words that I utter to ya |
It’s simple when you come from sewer |
And the world a |
Life’s not to be humor, though it’s played like a game |
I came for the money, and not for the fame |
You can clear my name and clear my face |
I just wanna feel the bass |
Just take off and just levitate |
Puff the J and levitate |
On a tense earthquake, I’m from the aviation birthplace |
So I’m known to talk Spaceships, Chevy’s with the chrome face |
Riding by this cold lake, slower than a snowflake |
Fallin on the grass blade till it dissolve away in the blink of an eye |
I just wanna be somewhere far, I’m always looking for that place |
Where I can shine like a star alone, Like the North one |
Away from the dipper, see I differ in my rise |
I like to be alone when I ride |
You can follow me home, but just watch from a distance when I shine |
You can see it from a distance when I shine |
L-L-Love the bass (many times) |
Diamond in the back, sunroof top |
Diggin' in the scene, bleedin' the block |
I’m the leader of the flock, Fleetwood drop |
Sixes on the feet, Six switches make it hot |
Pull up in the lot, parkin sideways |
Hop out in my 5 J’s, blastin Backstabbers by the O’Jays |
I know these niggas intentive, they be hatin, it’s just they ways |
Waiting to catch me slipping and cop Trey’s, I don’t pay 'em no mind |
I just bring 'em some shine, while I’m freeing my mind |
I told you time and time again, I like the ride when I be in |
A state of mind when I can find the word for my pen |
Sunk in these seats, I get inspiration from the streets |
Observe through the tints and paint a picture on these beats |
Of everything I see around me, my life in this glasshouse |
A full cup and a half ounce, helps reel off the tell of the tape |
And those that can’t relate, at least you feeling this bass |
L-L-Love the bass (many times) |
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