Bas - Pinball II (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Bas - Pinball II (en) Lyrics
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I hope you figure it out
Shine black man melanin gold
I hope you never get old
Keep your youthful spirit
I know the world do fear it
You're the tip of the spear
And with our dyin' breaths, I bet
the world gon' hear it, look
I been saving money for my taxes
Bassy keep on jumpin' through
these brackets
I got 20 bitches coming
back to the crib
I make sure my niggas got some
racks, what you need?
They gon' shoot through niggas
like it's practice
I just make the money run some laps
Every time I pass go see the cash grow
We don't even act cordial, we assholes
Bitches in my lasso, is that so?
That's word to my last
hoe, I'm that cold
Runnin' through the town a black soul
My past froze twenty-nine times over
Look I have seen more than my time
Lived 9 lives for about twenty
cats over, I told ya
Everything you've done I done
overdid, I'm over it
Nigga, Dreamville the whole coast
how we shouldered it?
Them boys stale like toast
when it's overdid
I hope they quit for real
But if they don't I got
a million joints
I got the flow in pocket, the emoji
rocket how I'm outta here
A lot of em' sound like
they in a talent show
So I give 'em something to
remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho! A high Joker
like a Spades game
Keeping both eyes open wide rain man
Crew high on that fuck
your life drank man
We slide in the bucket like paint
Never gave a fuck, fuck
what you might think
Ran up in the club 'till
they sent the lights in
Had to tell the owner please
let the lights dim
Five more minutes see me a nice slim
Thick bitch with the
you, me and my grin
Tell her bring the crew
you me and my friends
See where the night end
with the right guy
Trust me and my kin, speak
with the right pen
Creep like the lightning
in the night sky
Go deep Janet Jackson,
we back to back in
Black SUV's, black tints
would you look at that?
I'm booby-trapped in your
fluid black skin
No groupie action, your bougie accent
You're truly classic,
girl we outta here
Bas, it's Bassy
Queens nigga with the Fiends nigga
Got the bean waitin' in the pocket ooh
I asked P, what's poppin'?
He said we are nigga,
trips to DR nigga
Got the borough jumpin'
like it's J.R. Smith
Know a couple niggas' let the A-R spit
Got no interest what you say y'all did
Only where y'all live
Smokin' blunts 'cause that's
the way I live
And where I live?
Niggas dyin' front of
their shorty, wives
And their brother's ride
on the other side
Every death is like a 100 lives
Flatlined from the black nine
I could feel the pressure multiplying
Make you feel like ain't
no hope in trying
But we always trying
All this blood I bet it float
to sea and wash out
'Cause they don't want you
to see but watch out
Nigga watch out
See, I want you to see
I've been through so many things
Things ain't always what they seem
Hope you get the message
Now I'm right where I belong
Had to let it go
All the pain I was holding on
Now I get the message
I had to figure it out
You got to feel the music,
do you understand?
It takes you higher and higher
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