Stalley - She Hates The Bass lyrics

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Bass, beating down the block

Gotta give the world a taste

My girl say she love me

But the car she kinda hate

Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?

Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?

The license plate scrape, the whole trunk shake

And make her say, can we take a cab for this date?

Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?

Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?

2 a.m. waking up the neighbors

DJ Magic Mike out the show in Vegas

Trunk shaking like dice out in Vegas

Rollin' up blunts, we rarely do papers

The Chevy moves gracious

I dance all night to the sound of the bass

It's magical when I hit the Strip

Air bags, one press make the front dip

The pipes hits as the engine clicks—

Such a beautiful engagement

Blood racin' as the tires peel the pavement

Fishtailing blocks, smelling like latex

Burned rubber, hard cover when the rain hits

Hydroplaning, trying to make the whole frame lift

The king of the torque, Chevy like a small resort

Give a light show when I park

The main attraction when I back in

Whole back seat filled with action

So no room to pack in, it's too much-

Bass, beating down the block

Gotta give the world a taste

My girl say she love me

But the car she kinda hate

Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?

Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?

The license plate scrape, the whole trunk shake

And make her say, can we take a cab for this date?

Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?

Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?

The car classic, I'm contemporary

My girl hate, she say it's the one I need to marry

She hate to be seen, and she hate to hear me

Blocks away, coming down loud

She thinks I'm showing out, but it's really culture to me

This how I gotta ride, how the world supposed to see me?

Nothin' less than the SS with racer seatin'

Faster cars NASCARs with the woofers beatin'

6-by-9s tweeting, I know, it's opposite of my personality

But something gotta speak it, you know?

So as you step in just leave your opinions at the door

Let's ride 'til the wheels fall off, and let the speakers blow

As I take control of the road, sit back and ride

As the 20 inchers glide on them spokes

And we ain't gotta talk about where we 'bout to go

Recline your seat, take puffs of what I'm 'bout to roll and feel this-

Bass, beating down the block

Gotta give the world a taste

My girl say she love me

But the car she kinda hate

Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?

Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?

The license plate scrape, the whole trunk shake

And make her say, can we take a cab for this date?

Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?

Paint loud, car loud, can you feel the bass?