Представляем точный текст композиции "Basement Sessions" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Kane & Abel . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Basement Sessions» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Kane & Abel передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Kane & Abel - "Basement Sessions"
Lyrics to Basement Sessions : (feat. Mia X, Skandolous, Steph) [Verse 1: Skandalous] Motherfuckers they wanna test me Pull out the blunt nigga Ill wreck your shit Im out that window with my 44, another fucking hit Dont know who to trust with my shit Im in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with Who you stepping with, Skandalous fucking dangerous Bitches brains I bust, feel the lust in God we trust Nigga Im at your door, dont pray to God cause you done lost your grace Been in this game for too long you bout to lose your face I got the mind of a psycho ass '' As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead Never ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me grace You talked some shit front your boys and as result you lost your face Blood all over the place Im counting the fucking bodies dropping I know my destiny cause I can hear the devil knocking I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe I numb them bodies and play my fucking game I sold my soul at an early age And now my hearts releasing daemons in a rage My eyes in a daze Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the visions coming Is juices running when ya done in Fear only make me curious, Ill never be afraid But if you slip you pay your life here come the light now nigga they dead Crack scarfs for my fucking glory Talking shit up in my territory Another day another worlds sad story [Verse 2: Steph] Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the block Pop pop goes the glock I bring more nightmare than Hitchcock Get '' when them bodies fall hitting them prisoners hard Its your final call bitch Ill smoke you like menthol Fuck all you bitches Im putting you in them bodybags Tagging toes, nigga drive slow Creeping up out they indo scheming for they cheese Slanging ozs and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatigues Freeze your whole coalition Strapped with ammunition Infrareds digging ditches for chicken heads This figure from head to toe Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your Lexus door But fuck it Im through with the fairytales Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail Who gone prevail when I exhale on you small scale Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome packers Spit the facts Im bout the Lex and the Ac My verbal combat will eliminate your whole habitat You hoes aint fucking with that Or this, cause I piss on competition And have all you hoes in submission Trying to recondition your stilo Lyrical nino I sling rhymes like kilos >From here to Puerto Rico One other sequel from the infamous unseen Scheming for the green smoking bitches and niggas like nicotine [Verse 3: Mia X] Cause she up to schemes Tired of chasing apple pie dreams Mint greens is all I fien for straight shit is all this bitch know 50s this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April showers Followe by your second line of flowers I devour competition, causing complete submissions Cooks more dope in my kitchen Tricking ass niggas be my victims when night falls Yall wants to floss but get set-up tied down and tossed Boss chick you dont want to see her Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters Mias right and left well known with the clout To wire your mouth, knock your grill out Thats what this here be bout So you can doubt what Im saying and run that lip Or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta shit Too much to deal with Im still a bitch that bes designer down stay scheming on the man And taking flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands My flow so grand it make the beats say damn Shit jumps back makes you wanna holler But I sees nothing but dollars Feminist power My lyrics knocking like a KL beat It be that she-devil that below sea level bitch you cant see her Niggas and broads be trying to figure at 54 How they still need a ladder to face this hoe For sure, cause I be living for the drama The biggest mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion Shop closed [ Basement Sessions Lyrics ]
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