Tonalité : A major
Verse 1
Em
E
This is a
Eb
F
Cm
Syriah production, nigga
Bb
Set the door, set the door,
lock, lock, lock
Cm
Hands to the ceiling, the bass is what you're feelin',
D
Dm
Cm
and say
Dm
Set it, set it, set it,
Em
D
set the door, frat, yeah
Bb
Cm
C
Bb
The bass is what you're feelin',
and say
D
Cm
I'm so slick and slide with it, ride
C
with it like the bride
Cm
Em
Cm
Can it do or die with it like it's dinin'
F
Fly with it, do or die with
it like it's shinin'
Cm
Live the life of
Riley like my people from
Gash
Highly recognize your daughter
see me and she cry
Db
While I'm swallowing the beat,
Cm
you wallow in defeat
Em
Lining, I'm a win, look into my eyes,
see the fire in it
Cm
Snitch nigga acting like it's fitted,
got a wire in it
Trying to get me on his
DVD for free
Like it's featuring
Kweli and he sell it for a fee
Cause,
RapCast do a bunch of yapping
Gone clapping in the battle when
we used to have fun
Snapping, you ain't selling drugs,
you a musician
And I'm never through spitting
to the few who do
Listen, this shit is all in my genes
Like true religion is to chew and live and
shitting on your superstition
C
Cm
Look at them girls on the floor
Bb
Cm
Dance in the night away
Hands to the ceiling,
the bass is what you're feeling this ain't
Feel so good, feel it right here
Dm
Make a midsummer night
Em
dream out a nightmare
D
Bb
Yeah it's quite clear, yeah
C
The bass is what you're
feeling this ain't
Bb
Cm
After the parties cops
swallow the block
Dodging the hollow points that's
designed to hollow em out
Gm
Cm
Drug dealers pimps and hoes
F
that be smiling with cop
Bb
Cm
Gb
We partying with the models
Cm
to watch bottles to pop
Hip hop rock,
ain't no need to wallow in pop
D
The record drop, everybody bring em out,
Cm
bring em out
Bb
D
Glamour girls got drama like a
Hollywood block
Cm
F
That's why the paparazzi follow
Em
em out, follow em out
Cm
To the light where we light
up the pimpin' star
Master the art of rappin'
to the beat of your heart
Like boom boom, boom boom
Sweetheart lookin' for a sign
in the stars
Like readin' your chart,
now quali or libra
Libra y 'all, chiba chiba y 'all
I'm never blowin' out smoke
unless it's reading bar
Keep it down when you
see the cop come around
The flyest nigga in the
spot still underground
C
Cm
Look at them girls on the floor
Bb
Dancin' the night away
Cm
Hands to the ceiling
The bass is what you're feeling the same
D
Cm
Feel so good, I'm feeling right here
Dm
Make a midsummer night
Em
dream out a nightmare
D
Bb
You know it's quite clear, yeah
C
The bass is what you're
feeling the same
Cm
D
Cm
They front, and try to act like fam
So I spit and expose them like they
toes in them sandals
Most of them flow like sample
Always be tickling the ivory
like he's on the piano
Gm
Beef too big for the
Cm
hammers to handle
But the kids still acting like
it's family soprano
In tune with the scam scandals
Only hear clear channels
Shoot each other to the ground
Now the
M .O.
Resurrect me, we back on the air
Non -stop with the beatbox
And I'm loving how the track
got a sweet knock
Disco rock, b -boy the beatbox
Disco rock, b -boy the
Cm
Yeah, that's right,
Tyler
Crowley
B
E
You tell them niggas
Feel the bass
D
Cm
Zyra all up in your motherfuckin' face
Be honest
You
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