Let me spit game, all dames the same
They want to f*ck a name
They want a taste of fame
And dumb bitches give the best brain
I'm a righteous man
But when I see a stripper, I got to make it rain
Claps with no hands, bands to make her it dance
Got it looking like a hurricane
Hale Berry look alike transforming into storm
Angel face with devilish horns
Roses got thorns
And hell has no fury like a woman's scorned
But I don't give a f*ck! She was down to record, then wants to sue
Mad cause he didn't get a good view
Next time I'll wear a go pro
So you can see my point of view
We worldwide, repping the westside
No laws we abide
I'm f*cking your bride
I ain't married to the game, but I'm the best man
But if she don't like me that means that bitch is a lesbian
She wen't from a stripper to a go go dancer
Wet dreams are the ones that matter
I never cheat on my bitch but I still sleep with a dream catcher
I only put my fingers inside pussy and triggers
Not to make a big scene on the big screen
See us climax on Imax
My music videos like porn scenes
Bass, Blunts and Bitches
Always got one rolled up
Always got a mistress
Count the money, count the digits
I'm in love with the way I'm living
Celebrate the winnings
Toasting to a new beginning
Bass, Blunts and Bitches
Always got one rolled up
Always got a mistress
Count the money, count the digits
I'm in love with the way I'm living
Celebrate the winnings
Toasting to a new beginning
A few ounces of the green is all I need
I bust intellectually when I smoke weed
So smart dispensaries bidding for my seed
They paying me just to breed
But It's better they remain stains on the Hanes
No kids, no ball and chain
Never keep a main
The new buddha, f*cks with Mary Jane
I don't need a baby momma
The only debt I got is called karma
Cleanse my aura when I light the marijuana
I'll take a hit, take the blunt and be like sayonara
I only share M.J. with my mistress
God is my only witness
So pay no mind to my business
I'm under the electric sky, riding on flying nimbus
We coming up, don't f*ck with the
Our talent equals super powers
That means, that the whole world is ours
The homie just flipped the powder
But we make a hit, before you flip the glass hour
My bitches sucking on my schlong
Humming to the thong song
Pass it to the left
Cause the right way is wrong
Doing it like Cheech and Chong
Smoking a joint while making a joint
That's another hit song
Harassing bitches like Jay and Silent Bob
They have nothing to say
Now the electric sky is the limit
Bass, Blunts and Bitches
Always got one rolled up
Always got a mistress
Count the money, count the digits
I'm in love with the way I'm living
Celebrate the winnings
Toasting to a new beginning
Bass, Blunts and Bitches
Always got one rolled up
Always got a mistress
Count the money, count the digits
I'm in love with the way I'm living
Celebrate the winnings
Toasting to a new beginning
7 Deadly Venoms - Bass, Blunts & Bitches Lyrics
7 Deadly Venoms - Bass, Blunts & Bitches Lyrics
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English
Let me spit game, all dames the same
They want to f*ck a name
They want a taste of fame
And dumb bitches give the best brain
I'm a righteous man
But when I see a stripper, I got to make it rain
Claps with no hands, bands to make her it dance
Got it looking like a hurricane
Hale Berry look alike transforming into storm
Angel face with devilish horns
Roses got thorns
And hell has no fury like a woman's scorned
But I don't give a f*ck! She was down to record, then wants to sue
Mad cause he didn't get a good view
Next time I'll wear a go pro
So you can see my point of view
We worldwide, repping the westside
No laws we abide
I'm f*cking your bride
I ain't married to the game, but I'm the best man
But if she don't like me that means that bitch is a lesbian
She wen't from a stripper to a go go dancer
Wet dreams are the ones that matter
I never cheat on my bitch but I still sleep with a dream catcher
I only put my fingers inside pussy and triggers
Not to make a big scene on the big screen
See us climax on Imax
My music videos like porn scenes
Bass, Blunts and Bitches
Always got one rolled up
Always got a mistress
Count the money, count the digits
I'm in love with the way I'm living
Celebrate the winnings
Toasting to a new beginning
Bass, Blunts and Bitches
Always got one rolled up
Always got a mistress
Count the money, count the digits
I'm in love with the way I'm living
Celebrate the winnings
Toasting to a new beginning
A few ounces of the green is all I need
I bust intellectually when I smoke weed
So smart dispensaries bidding for my seed
They paying me just to breed
But It's better they remain stains on the Hanes
No kids, no ball and chain
Never keep a main
The new buddha, f*cks with Mary Jane
I don't need a baby momma
The only debt I got is called karma
Cleanse my aura when I light the marijuana
I'll take a hit, take the blunt and be like sayonara
I only share M.J. with my mistress
God is my only witness
So pay no mind to my business
I'm under the electric sky, riding on flying nimbus
We coming up, don't f*ck with the
Our talent equals super powers
That means, that the whole world is ours
The homie just flipped the powder
But we make a hit, before you flip the glass hour
My bitches sucking on my schlong
Humming to the thong song
Pass it to the left
Cause the right way is wrong
Doing it like Cheech and Chong
Smoking a joint while making a joint
That's another hit song
Harassing bitches like Jay and Silent Bob
They have nothing to say
Now the electric sky is the limit
Bass, Blunts and Bitches
Always got one rolled up
Always got a mistress
Count the money, count the digits
I'm in love with the way I'm living
Celebrate the winnings
Toasting to a new beginning
Bass, Blunts and Bitches
Always got one rolled up
Always got a mistress
Count the money, count the digits
I'm in love with the way I'm living
Celebrate the winnings
Toasting to a new beginning
They want to f*ck a name
They want a taste of fame
And dumb bitches give the best brain
I'm a righteous man
But when I see a stripper, I got to make it rain
Claps with no hands, bands to make her it dance
Got it looking like a hurricane
Hale Berry look alike transforming into storm
Angel face with devilish horns
Roses got thorns
And hell has no fury like a woman's scorned
But I don't give a f*ck! She was down to record, then wants to sue
Mad cause he didn't get a good view
Next time I'll wear a go pro
So you can see my point of view
We worldwide, repping the westside
No laws we abide
I'm f*cking your bride
I ain't married to the game, but I'm the best man
But if she don't like me that means that bitch is a lesbian
She wen't from a stripper to a go go dancer
Wet dreams are the ones that matter
I never cheat on my bitch but I still sleep with a dream catcher
I only put my fingers inside pussy and triggers
Not to make a big scene on the big screen
See us climax on Imax
My music videos like porn scenes
Bass, Blunts and Bitches
Always got one rolled up
Always got a mistress
Count the money, count the digits
I'm in love with the way I'm living
Celebrate the winnings
Toasting to a new beginning
Bass, Blunts and Bitches
Always got one rolled up
Always got a mistress
Count the money, count the digits
I'm in love with the way I'm living
Celebrate the winnings
Toasting to a new beginning
A few ounces of the green is all I need
I bust intellectually when I smoke weed
So smart dispensaries bidding for my seed
They paying me just to breed
But It's better they remain stains on the Hanes
No kids, no ball and chain
Never keep a main
The new buddha, f*cks with Mary Jane
I don't need a baby momma
The only debt I got is called karma
Cleanse my aura when I light the marijuana
I'll take a hit, take the blunt and be like sayonara
I only share M.J. with my mistress
God is my only witness
So pay no mind to my business
I'm under the electric sky, riding on flying nimbus
We coming up, don't f*ck with the
Our talent equals super powers
That means, that the whole world is ours
The homie just flipped the powder
But we make a hit, before you flip the glass hour
My bitches sucking on my schlong
Humming to the thong song
Pass it to the left
Cause the right way is wrong
Doing it like Cheech and Chong
Smoking a joint while making a joint
That's another hit song
Harassing bitches like Jay and Silent Bob
They have nothing to say
Now the electric sky is the limit
Bass, Blunts and Bitches
Always got one rolled up
Always got a mistress
Count the money, count the digits
I'm in love with the way I'm living
Celebrate the winnings
Toasting to a new beginning
Bass, Blunts and Bitches
Always got one rolled up
Always got a mistress
Count the money, count the digits
I'm in love with the way I'm living
Celebrate the winnings
Toasting to a new beginning
Writer: Hugo Jimenez, Juan Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid