Testo Basement - Rich Homie Quan
Testo della canzone Basement (Rich Homie Quan), tratta dall'album Dt Spacely Made This
Some fishy shit been goin' on with these niggas lately
And I can't put my finger on it but I know they hate me
All my life I been boney, I'm Slim but not Shady
All them cars you drive outdated
Money in the attic, got them guns in the basement
Might duct tape you and leave you in the basement
Told you fuck 'round too much 'til your folk come over that pavement
I got guns in the living room, dare you play with it
I'm in these streets like the pavement
End up dead in my basement
New money I'm talkin' (Ayy), new money I'm walkin'
Check got new fit, lookin' like a nigga be layin' in a coffin
Your bitch, she swallow (Ooh), that ain't my problem
I'ma duct tape the ho, make her ass be quiet
Might shoot this bitch if that ho don't stop hollerin' (Ahh)
In my basement (Ayy), where this shit don't make sense (Ayy)
But I gotta make me (Woah) money (Woah)
I do everything I do (Everything), they think I'm crazy (Ayy)
But I'm not, ain't with them childish
Games, ain't tryna play, though (No)
I put that on my unborn baby
If you come off in my basement (Don't get no guns)
'Cause you might get duct taped (They tie you up)
I don't harass girls (Ayy), if you in
This basement, you might get fucked, bae
Enough said, enough said, I mean (It's Quanman)
, She love me, I love her head (It's Quanman)
I get money (What you talkin' 'bout
Quan?), and I can smell that somethin'
Fishy shit been goin' on with these niggas lately
And I can't put my finger on it but I know they hate me
All my life I been boney, I'm Slim but not Shady
All them cars you drive outdated
Money in the attic, got them guns in the basement
Might duct tape you and leave you in the basement
Told you fuck 'round too much 'til your folk come over that pavement
I got guns in the living room, dare you play with it
I'm in these streets like the pavement
End up dead in my basement
My partner crossed me (Why?)
I swear to God he took me in a maze, that nigga lost me
This shit be happenin' too often
These niggas ain't rappin', they just talkin'
This shit makin' me sick, I'm nauseous
Black and gold diamonds like New Orleans (5-0-4)
Wanna be in your place (Huh?), can't smile
In your face, no, I don't know you (No)
You see me in public (Huh?), you say we related (How?)
You stuck in the hood while I had to upgrade it (Upgrade it)
Mansion with acres (Mansion)
Straight from the bottom, I had to come out of the basement
Young nigga made it, Quan go crazy
Some fishy shit been goin' on with these niggas lately
And I can't put my finger on it but I know they hate me
All my life I been boney, I'm Slim but not Shady
All them cars you drive outdated
Money in the attic, got them guns in the basement
Might duct tape you and leave you in the basement
Told you fuck 'round too much 'til your folk come over that pavement
I got guns in the living room, dare you play with it
I'm in these streets like the pavement
End up dead in my basement
That's how shit go
You start in the basement, then you come up
Real niggas trapped hard
Did what they gotta do to come up
Free the nigga Offset, man, real nigga to the bone
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