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calvin coolidge (rapper) – bass lyrics

ok i know you’re not the vice president, sh-t maybe i am
but if i say somethin’ then you better be a biden
cuz i could take gl-sses to a blind man and sell it
and make so much prophet that mohammads gettin’ jealous
i’m, fly like aladdin
gone in a saturn
with a bad b-tch on my arm, doesn’t matter
cuz my last name isn’t sandler but i swear to god motherf-cker i’m about to get adam
gone off the k!ller
got it from a dealer
girl trippin’ out cuz i’ve never been realer
when she told me to meet the parents i swear to god… i’ve never been stiller
attackin’ the rap and it’s sad that it’s happened, and mad that it’s back and it’s wack as a vaccine
it’s bad but it has to be p-ssionate -ss-kickin’, otherwise a motherf-ckin’ wack’ll be back b-tches
i ain’t really wanna but she wit it so i get it and she fit it when i hit it what i’m sippin’ is acidic
we’re just gettin’ all the b-tches flow we’re ditchin’ all the digits never listen to a critic they just want it but i live it

i got weed and i got hoes
and i get money at all my shows
and i get paid right out the do’
but yo, all this sh-t doesn’t matter motherf-cker cuz
i got weed and i got hoes
and i get money at all my shows
and i get paid right out the do’
but yo, all this sh-t doesn’t matter motherf-cker cuz i got b-ss, i got b-ss
and i get blazed, but i got b-ss
i got b-ss, i got b-ss
and i got haze, but i got b-ss
and i got weed and i got hoes
and i get money at all my shows
and i get paid right out the do’
but yo, all this sh-t doesn’t matter motherf-cker cuz
i got b-ss

late night rollin’ jays, no leno
told the ho we’re goin to toys-r-us, baby leggo
this ain’t eyeshadow but i may be leanin’
i eat the beat and throw it up, i think i may be bulemic
f-ckin’ with this better hold your own
the weed come in bricks, we’re rollin’ stones
hoes wanna bone, blowin’ up my phone
you can call me 2-3 i’m in the zone
but i don’t feel like smokin’ doe
oh what you think i’m jokin’ ho
when i pull the c0ke out i swear to god her nose be growin’ like pinocchio
now i could sell os or landos, but i gotta have it
now your girlfriends on my johnson partner you could call it magic
it’s kinda tragic the savage is at it by habit
sn-tchin’ up cash and they’re mad that i grab it
what’s happenin’ happens to add to the balance and battle the malice subtractin’ my talent
so ho – get in
no – trippin’
all up on my d-ck cuz i’m so – different
dro – hit it
and if you don’t like what i got to say then don’t – listen
i’m in a room full of hoes and they whisper you the best
so i f-ck one and let my swagger do the rest

- calvin coolidge rapper lyrics

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