Bass Santana – GodDamn lyrics

[Intro: Bass Santana]
To Bass be the glory
You won't get no pussy smokin' zone, my mans

[Verse 1: Bass Santana]
Goddamn, goddammit, goddamn, goddamn
Still smokin' good kush, goddamn, goddamn
You niggas still smokin' Reggie, goddamn
You ain't my nigga, you a mothafuckin' fan (Yeah)
Goddammit who got it on lock
You a pussy like Rob Cinderblock (Rob Cinderblock)
You niggas pussy, gettin' caught and then you talk (Snitch)
I used to hide the dime bags under rocks (You bitch)
I never once got caught from the cops
I never once told all that to the opps
One batty bwoy turn a informer
One batty bwoy haffi get *gunshot*
Blood clot

[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Goddamn, goddammit, goddamn, yeah
Twenty-eight grams goddamn, goddamn
Game change, Broward County, switch lanes
Tryna count hella bands all with one hand

[Verse 2: Kin$oul]
Goddamn, goddammit goddammit
How do you manage back on this planet
I barely could handle it
I need me my cannabis, just channel it
Gave me advantages, flow, Los Angeles
I might tan a bitch, fuck all that arguin'
Fuck all that shit
Fuck what a bitch say, give me my switchblade
Give you a big fade, what that punk say?
Make you a mistake, don't fuck up the fengshui
Like Kanye, sippin' in Bombay
All day, all day, don't fuck up the fengshui (Don't fuck it up please)
Fuck what a bitch say, give me my switchblade
Give you a big fade, what that punk say?
Make you a mistake, don't fuck up the fengshui
Like Kanye, sippin' in Bombay
All day, all day, don't fuck up the fengshui
Blood clot

[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Goddamn, goddammit, goddamn
Twenty-eight grams goddamn, goddamn
Game change, Broward County, switch lanes
Tryna count hella bands all with one hand