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bass santana - who took yo bae? lyrics

[hook]
rappers on deck, what’s up?
my b-tch looking for a reason to trip
don’t call, just text
don’t play that sh-t
making [?], chilling with the xannies on deck
cut a b-tch off, she pressed
do not flex, n-gga you weak

[verse 1]
yeah, success will leave a hater sick
just wait ’til i get paid a bit
to whom decide they sliding with me
i’m the b-ss and don’t forget
i was trying to hustle up
i fell victim to that p-ssy, happens to the best of us
time to move and get this money
ain’t trying to force the situation
you can set it off, i see you [?]
girls can never get enough, always trying to act innocent before she get f-cked

[hook]
rubbers on deck, w-ssup
give me that neck, that neck, that neck and cut
my b-tch looking for a reason to trip
don’t call, just text
don’t play that sh-t
making [?], chilling with the xannies on deck
cut a b-tch off, she pressed
do not flex, n-gga you weak
looking like a l!ck, you sleep

[verse 2]
i do not know how you was brought up
my mama taught me not to talk too much
i do not care, the less that they know
put a rare b-tch in yesterday’s clothes
who took your bae?
who took your bae?
who took your bae, n-gga?
i got the b-ss
i got the b-ss
i got the b-ss

tripping off the music, riding with the speakers tryna make a movie
ain’t n0body listen to it, ain’t n0body feel me, that sh-t put me through it
i was just young and kinda stupid
scotty taught me how to do it
you make sure a n-gga coolin’
baby you not the only chick i fool with
i told my moms to pray for me, she always tryna take control
i understand that love produce hate
she know that i don’t got a soul
i bring it back to basics, do not leave your bae for b-ss to play with
she not in your face, then i’ma stain it
that coochie right lady, i obtain it
hit the booty, you a little thicker
we go dumb like [?] little sister
take your bae to see how ratchet she can get
i can’t help it, i’m a dapper n-gga
dj santana, that’s my [?]
count your blessings, baby, funk my presence
gotta get a couple hundred thousand for the youngin’
gotta get at least a couple million for my son
take this d-ck, don’t run like a track meet
nightmares for your bad -ss in the backseat
light years for the right now in the hotbox
one of these days i’m gonna cop me a droptop

[outro]
i do not care, the less that they know
put a rare b-tch in yesterday’s clothes
who took your bae?
who took your bae?
that sh-t cray
who took your bae?
i got the b-ss
i got the b-ss
i got the b-ss
who took your bae?
who took your bae?
who took your bae?
that sh-t crazy
who took your bae?
i got the b-ss
i got the b-ss
i got the b-ss
i got the b-ss

- bass santana lyrics

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