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the posterz - the bass song lyrics

husser: we turnin up the b-ss, they told us that we can’t
we rollin up the dank, blow it in your face

verse 1: nate husser
the way we mobbin’, philosophical
poppin’ a pill, puffin, hands right on the wheel, f-ck it
red and blue lights, flashin’ in the back
i got more weed and my freedom in the pack
ugh
i know they heard me ridin’ dirty as i light another thinkin’ ’bout my white girl and my light girl, they don’t like eachother
but they like that ninth wonder
i mean that ninetie’s baby the nike stuff
for he drivin’em crazy, i’m sorry baby let me pull over, pull of my pull-over
when the whole team wholin’ we like a bulldoser
who want it? who f-ckin’ with my n-ggas?
n0body, he roll the dice, he play jumanji

hook:
turnin’ up that b-ss, turnin’ up that b-ss
with them windows down, rollin’ up my strain, tell me what you think, uh?
turnin’ up that b-ss, turnin’ up that b-ss
with them windows down, rollin’ up, that strenght, what the f-ck you think, uh?
n-gga rollin’ up that dank, rollin up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a sucker face, what you think?
we be rollin’ up that dank, rollin’ up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a sucker face, what you think?

turn the f-ckin’ b-ss up!

verse 2:
we be turnin’ up that b-ss, tearin’ up the streets, wether it’s them cherry-colored seats, or your mother’s jeep, let it bang
got to let them see, who them n-ggas be, if you ridin’ solo dolo or you rollin’ deep, n-gga do your thing
and if there ain’t no work underneath your seat, (?)
and everybody’s ridin’ with their seatbelt on
don’t be scared to bump in front the police let your speakers jump
look em in their eye, you can even know, they don’t really want it
i remember turnin’ corners then, marijuana bags, drink another mag, f-ck is that, mama’s gon’ be mad
now i let my girl drive, cause if it’s mine, then i’m stealin’ it
we be ridin’ round
(?)
i’m givin’ a f-ck
(?)
if i was high, then i would fly to an island
(?)
tellin’ me she from cuba, drive a cuba ice
(?)

hook:
turnin’ up that b-ss, turnin’ up that b-ss
with them windows down, rollin’ up my strain, tell me what you think, uh?
turnin’ up that b-ss, turnin’ up that b-ss
with them windows down, rollin’ up, that strenght, what the f-ck you think?
n-gga rollin’ up that dank, rollin up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a sucker face, what you think?
we be rollin’ up that dank, rollin’ up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a sucker face, what you think?

verse 3:
funny thing, don’t even tell me, but i’m high as reefer smoke
(?)
’cause them pills got a n-gga shook
(?)

outro:
dude, yo like, now, because of the posterz bro, i turn my b-ss up real f-ckin’ high, and i show man
my f-ckin’ game, girls is got way out, like i’m gettin’ b-tches man, and guys, they respect me dude…
yo, thanks posts, yo thank you chris, thanks nate, thanks joey
you guys are awesome
okay bye

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