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Uh, uh I can feel the bass From the ceiling to the basement I don't feel a thing Get the fuck up out my face, bitch I don't feel a thing (Yeah I'm faded, yeah I'm shaded) I don't feel a thing I can feel the bass, I can feel the bass Distorted, distorted records Distorted, distorted records Distorted records, distorted records Distorted records First things first, I done heard the worst things Like if I'ma be top ten, mine's better be the first name Out your mouth or even worth saying Little niggas is my offsprings They deserve a niggas, first name, middle name, third name From another planet, Birthplace Cloud 9, hello earthlings Our newest president an asshole I guess that's why I'm leaving turd stains Ex used to stay with bad 'tings Letras de cancionesAll they listened to was bird things My girl never liked the bad brains Foreign hoes got the fur brains Everything I do ground breaking Big body make the floor break Big bass make the world shake Flacko out here causing earthquakes I can feel the bass, I can see the fakes Word to T.D. Jakes, word to Pastor Ma$e and Kirk Franklin Get put in place, I'm about the bank Comma, dollar signs, I'm about my Franklins I can feel the bass Distorted, distorted records Distorted, distorted records Distorted, distorted records Distorted records From Letras Mania