Bas - Divorce lyrics

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Bas - Divorce lyrics

Ok, I got this chick enthralled, slippin' out her draws Stick it in her jaw first then I'm in her snatch like I'm dippin' with this broad, purse never comin' back Cuttin' like a barber stupid n***as spoiled her But I'm a G see? Luke I am your father Vader how I son these n***as, cater how I serve these n***as Big beard, Al-Qaeda with the f**in' clippers Six gears y'all chasin' when we f**in' dip in Pop my clip and shoot my shot Got her bu*t naked in my f**in' kitchen, alfredo what she cookin' Light a blunt when we want a k**in' of the good sh** n***as front, I got a couple hittas up in Brooklyn So they can go to hell they haters Catch me a fine honey, bag two b**hes in the elevator We'll celebrate her penetrate her, sh** cold Top floor, you ain't got the code for the elevator Shine like a laminator so the hoes wanna stronghold Hit 'em with the arnold, part one, two, three I'm a terminator Salvation week and honestly man, the last couple weeks Light the gas on the beat, like a pa** from the heat James, Wade, Bas I'm a G, no stage name Ties on the street we bang, bang Eyes on the prize so my mind run in circles Try and go for mine and I'll f**in' hurt you Moms was a dime? then I probably birthed you Gave you a style boy now it's time for curfew Sleep tight, see the light of day Sticky finger face time, Onyx with technology School I used to waste time, but I know biology And I know my chemistry, bet I know my math I will solve the task, pushin' somethin' foreign with 200 on the dash When they call ignore 'em if it ain't about the cash Shorty got it goin', she amazin' with the a** Bas lap these rappers like I'm tapin' down the gas Pedal to the metal, New York City prince, rose pedals for the fellow This is hella instrumental, sh**, I had to go and get a rental

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