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Bass Santana, XXXTENTACION & Ski Mask The Slump God - Make Eem Run! (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bass Santana
Bass Santana
Vocals
XXXTENTACION
XXXTENTACION
Vocals
Ski Mask the Slump God
Ski Mask the Slump God
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donovan White
Donovan White
Songwriter
Jahseh Onfroy
Jahseh Onfroy
Songwriter
Miguel Tristan Newbold
Miguel Tristan Newbold
Songwriter
Stokeley Goulbourne
Stokeley Goulbourne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bass Santana
Bass Santana
Producer

Lyrics

T-t-to Bass be the glory Play that shit 88 times Huh, ayy, what? (Ayy, what?) Who do I trust? (Who do I trust?) Only in us, they do too much (huh) They can't keep up (nah), he actin' tough (ha) I called his bluff (I called his bluff, ha) And now he duckin' (what?), and now he duckin' Boy run my fade Oh, bitch, behave (oh, bitch, behave) Don't need no savin' (don't need no savin') Now you too late (too late, too late) I hold my weight (my fuckin' weight) Big Gucci Bass (Big Gucci Bass) My face is what? (My face is what?) My face is gate It ain't no talkin' about it Just got the mind to go and fade a nigga (boy) Drop the addy won't be duckin' or bluffin' Just pop out or give me the data, nigga (oi) Ate them niggas, hands is up To date it ain't no playing with 'em End his day today, I had to pray a little Gas your homie up but when that tank hit E You better save your nigga (save your nigga) Why the fuck he mad at me for? (What?) Last I checked he was tryin' to be, what? One, pull up on 'em, now you look dumb (dumb) Make his ass run he ain't really tryin' to have no fun (huh) Smoke good dope, A1 (one) Try to keep up, get ahead of your, 'head of your lungs We was at the front door, knocking on the front door Sorry, auntie, we just lookin' for your son Well, hello there (where that nigga at?) So we got a very, very, very, very Extra interesting story today Pull up to the crib, like, basically I'm about to just beat this nigga's ass I'ma make these niggas stop playing with me Ayy, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, ayy, uh, ayy Pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, pussy, uh Pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, hmm, uh, ayy Pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, pussy, uh Big tag, uh, Gucci, uh, on my bag, uh Pull up on 'em, huh, get them running, uh, ayy Pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, pussy, uh Pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey I can tell the Ice Hotel is where my heart is cold as mucus from a snail I remember to remember life is a bitch So, no, I could never kiss-n-tell And wish me well 'cause life is hell And double the C 'cause a nigga only care about Chanel I been knockin' knees with birds and bees Been overseas with bitches who don't speak English well Like a owl, who? The only enemy here is you, uh Like bling, blow, kapoof Fairly Odd Fairy 'done stole my tooth No cap on cat, no Dr. Seuss Eat flapjacks, double cup of syrup too 'Cause I only want the neck like a noose on goose And I'm only wildin' out when I'm loose off Goose Ayy, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, yuh, ayy Pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, pussy, uh Pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, yuh, ayy Pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, pussy, uh Big tag, uh, Gucci, uh, on my bag, uh Pull up on 'em, huh, get them running, uh, ayy Pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, pussy, uh Pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey
Writer(s): Jahseh Onfroy, Stokeley Goulbourne, Donovan White, Wilner Joseph, Miguel Newbold Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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