Yeah, yeah
Mm
(Hey, I'm really rich)
Speed and I crash
Life is crash course
Yeah, foot on the gas
Go where the gang go
I am the bad guy
They call me the asshole
I was a bad soul
Nobody had hope
'Cause I
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
And I beat my cases
I don't want relations
It ain't ever make sense
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
Yeah, shawty give me facelift
I don't want relations
It ain't never make sense
Safe
I can do this all day
My spot can't take
My safe need a safe
Too fast, can't break up
Straight shot, no chaser
Stay sharp, no razor
On the clock like Flava
Transform like Frieza
I don't need new freezers
Winter time, I heat up
Street cred, no visas
Niggas ain't 'bout that life
Wasn't tryna be like Mike
I'm on Sunset like
And I speed red lights
Yeah, speed and I crash
Life is crash course
Yeah, foot on the gas
Go where the gang go
I am the bad guy
They call me the asshole
I was a bad soul
Nobody had hope
'Cause relax (what you mean)
In that two seat, with my queen (what you mean)
And she on fleek, we get fly by (any means)
I got two twins, trick or treat (Halloween)
I need everything, 'cause I
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
And I beat my cases
I don't wanna relations
It ain't ever make sense
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
Yeah, shawty give me facelift
I don't want relations
It ain't never make sense
(What you mean)
(In that two seat, with my queen, what you mean)
(What you mean)
(And she on fleek, we get fly by any means)
(Come from the basement)
Jazz Cartier - Basement Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
Mm
(Hey, I'm really rich)
Speed and I crash
Life is crash course
Yeah, foot on the gas
Go where the gang go
I am the bad guy
They call me the asshole
I was a bad soul
Nobody had hope
'Cause I
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
And I beat my cases
I don't want relations
It ain't ever make sense
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
Yeah, shawty give me facelift
I don't want relations
It ain't never make sense
Safe
I can do this all day
My spot can't take
My safe need a safe
Too fast, can't break up
Straight shot, no chaser
Stay sharp, no razor
On the clock like Flava
Transform like Frieza
I don't need new freezers
Winter time, I heat up
Street cred, no visas
Niggas ain't 'bout that life
Wasn't tryna be like Mike
I'm on Sunset like
And I speed red lights
Yeah, speed and I crash
Life is crash course
Yeah, foot on the gas
Go where the gang go
I am the bad guy
They call me the asshole
I was a bad soul
Nobody had hope
'Cause relax (what you mean)
In that two seat, with my queen (what you mean)
And she on fleek, we get fly by (any means)
I got two twins, trick or treat (Halloween)
I need everything, 'cause I
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
And I beat my cases
I don't wanna relations
It ain't ever make sense
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
Yeah, shawty give me facelift
I don't want relations
It ain't never make sense
(What you mean)
(In that two seat, with my queen, what you mean)
(What you mean)
(And she on fleek, we get fly by any means)
(Come from the basement)
Mm
(Hey, I'm really rich)
Speed and I crash
Life is crash course
Yeah, foot on the gas
Go where the gang go
I am the bad guy
They call me the asshole
I was a bad soul
Nobody had hope
'Cause I
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
And I beat my cases
I don't want relations
It ain't ever make sense
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
Yeah, shawty give me facelift
I don't want relations
It ain't never make sense
Safe
I can do this all day
My spot can't take
My safe need a safe
Too fast, can't break up
Straight shot, no chaser
Stay sharp, no razor
On the clock like Flava
Transform like Frieza
I don't need new freezers
Winter time, I heat up
Street cred, no visas
Niggas ain't 'bout that life
Wasn't tryna be like Mike
I'm on Sunset like
And I speed red lights
Yeah, speed and I crash
Life is crash course
Yeah, foot on the gas
Go where the gang go
I am the bad guy
They call me the asshole
I was a bad soul
Nobody had hope
'Cause relax (what you mean)
In that two seat, with my queen (what you mean)
And she on fleek, we get fly by (any means)
I got two twins, trick or treat (Halloween)
I need everything, 'cause I
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
And I beat my cases
I don't wanna relations
It ain't ever make sense
Come from the basement
Don't wanna talk
If the talk doesn't make sense
Yeah, shawty give me facelift
I don't want relations
It ain't never make sense
(What you mean)
(In that two seat, with my queen, what you mean)
(What you mean)
(And she on fleek, we get fly by any means)
(Come from the basement)
Writer: Jahmarie Wishart Adams, Enoch III Harris
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Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes