MURS & SLUG - Bass For Your Truck lyrics

rate me

[Chorus: "Bass for your trunk" - scratched]

[MURS:]

She keeps her biz boomin' down front street

Open with the funk so that no one wants beef

She the type who like to lay it all on the line

Say what's on her mind

That way it ain't a crime

The crime is

Had you shown no shame

Had you make those claims like you play no games

When in reality

You the biggest player of them all

The princess that wore the most layers to the ball

Tryin' to cover up when you layin' in your drawers

You front like you a freak and everything you say is raw

But deep down

You really scared he's gonna leave ya

Your closet got more skeletons than the Dia

Esqueleto

You worse than my perros

My dogs, that only fuck with broads from the ghetto

You date losers cause it make you feel superior

Try to tell me lies to justify but all I'm hearin' is the...

[Chorus]

[Slug:]

She seems like the type with no taste for shame

It walks like a snake then they can't complain

Naw

People love you and cling to them raw fumes

Keep it up so we don't see through your costume

She been a little queen since 15

In and out of different scenes, never kept her image clean

So critical

Over analytical

Fast forward

Of course, old and miserable

Long trail of bread crumbs and head games

Bed bums, the best ones get pet names

First glance you can see the dirt

Closet door wide open

No need to search

Naw

The truth is just an excuse

That you use to polish up a pair of selfish shoes

Take it how you want

Go face up the front

Cause them skeletons dance to the bass...

[Chorus]

[Scratching "Drop that" "Bass"]