MR. BASSLINE

Got a club turned up with a few phrases
If you see me on a stage do I be strafin'
To The Highest all praise be
Why'd I make mid songs when I could make bangers?
She know, she know, she know, she know, she know
That I'm the dad and she take it slow
My mind at times be my biggest foe
Never fold for hoes (No snow is too cold)
Little babies peepin', should I make a hotline?
Made a lick so good — Mr. Bassline
Ay, yuh, evening lookin' fine
Wear that cocktail dress jus' for me tonight, hmm
She know I be comin'
Don't know what she becomin'
Have a fever in the crowd, baby's ecstatic
Goin' so hard on the mic, speakers catch static

That bass is my friend
Backwoods in my teeth, straight outta these ends
Makin' them beats on the Georgian outskirts
But you know me, baby, I miss Moscow (yeah, hoe)
And I'll book the first flight right now then
Wake up with sun, takin' off at about ten
Got my homies waitin' for me in the south end
Right there I'll head

Amidst the angst they sang
I'll keep doin' my thang
I might be white as snow
But black insides they show
Don't deny me the pleasure
Baby I've found a treasure
I've never sensed a measure
You asked if I care whether-
I don't, I calmly said her
I'm feelin' pressure
That's a refresher

Got a club turned up with a few phrases
If you see me on a stage do I be strafin'
To The Highest all praise be
Why'd I make mid songs when I could make bangers?
She know, she know, she know, she know, she know
That I'm the dad and she take it slow
My mind at times be my biggest foe
Never fold for hoes (No snow is too cold)
Little babies peepin', should I make a hotline?
Made a lick so good — Mr. Bassline
Ay, yuh, evening lookin' fine
Wear that cocktail dress jus' for me tonight, hmm
She know I be comin'
Don't know what she becomin'
Have a fever in the crowd, baby's ecstatic
Goin' so hard on the mic, speakers catch static



Credits
Writer(s): Danila Komarov, David Porter, Isaac Hayes
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