bas - 3 rules lyrics
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[intro]
it’s bas, it’s bas
super mooking fiends, super mooking fiends
[verse 1]
h-llo, i’m back again
money under mattresses
flying over atlases
first-cl-ss, so to see
turned into some mattresses
all my n-ggas down
when my n-ggas in the deficit, blowing out the pound
cause my n-ggas depressed and sh-t
money is the issue, ha
right up of the press and hit every corner
hopping out her dress, and i barely know her
maybe mama didn’t show her, papa wouldn’t hold her
i show her sh-t she’s never seen, i’m the wick
dip inside her kerosene, you ain’t special, must be on that ketamine
on my level, b-tch i’m so serene, sureal
mooking with the fiends, oh foreal
[chorus]
3 rules that i follow
[under transcription]
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