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

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First things first, I done heard the worst things
Like if I'm in your top 10, mine's better be the first name
Out your mouth, or even worth saying
Little niggas is my offsprings
They deserve a nigga' first name, middle name, surname
From another planet, birthplace, Cloud 9, hello earthlings
My newest president an asshole
I guess that's why I'm leaving turd stains
My ex used to chill with bad tings
All they talk about was bird things
Try to put them on the bad brains, bird hoes got the bird brains
Everything I do ground break, big body make the floor break
Big bass make the world shake, Flacko out here causin' earthquakes

Uh, I can feel the bass, uh, I can see the fakes
Word to T.D. Jakes, uh, word to Pastor Ma$e and Kirk Franklin
Fuck what niggas think, I'm about the bank
Comma, dollar signs, I'm about my Franklins
I can feel the bass

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Writer(s): Hector Delgado, Mario Lionel Loving, Nesbitt Mayabi Wesonga, Rakim Mayers