Artist: Bas Album: Last Winter Song: Charles de Gaulle to JFK Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Bas] Yeah... Got them speakers in my ride, I like to keep 'em bumpin' I'm hustlin', chasin' dreams in hopes that I could become somethin' I threw a party, she say "Bassy, thank you but it's nothin' Cause I had to keep it jumpin' Ya ain't Blake Griffin, but I know that you be jumpin' Poker face stiffin' but I know that you be bluffin'", no I don't be cuffin' All these ducks be gettin' ends, rubber duck, etceterin' And I'm the pain, I left to make, can't be ya crutch and meta Piffy lined up, fired up in the dutch Of the EZ Widers, slide up, six speed like clutch The city on me, I'm clutch No worries, they dependin' on me, I'm clutch Toast up mimosas at 30,000 feet Henny in hand, land, can make it out my seat Michelin Man makin' grip up out the street Grabbed the D-cup on the freak, played that bitch and pressed "repeat" Jaywalkin' through time zones, I'm on that trip Got yo piece of the pie, and you pawn that shit I'm takin' all that shit until I own that sis College shit, gettin' mind blown, I'm on that quick She got expensive addiction, and a nose that's rich Nothin' betta than brown dough that's on that stick Fiend, a lil' hashish, sheesh Baby if you roll it up with some keif Super Mook chasin paper, 'bout my loose leaf, rollin papers, yeah I do chief Meditatin' like I'm Bruce Lee, at +Tha Carter+ like I'm Tunechi Ridin' through the borough while this cutie feed me sushi Salmon, avocado and an order of the coochie Charles De Gaulle to JFK Broads givin' up the draws like I'm JFK Guess I'm flawed, after all, ain't nobody perfect Do it all just to ball and the shit is worth it Fiend It's like that now Quick, fuck that, lemme get back I'm in L.A. but my days got sand from Dubai I'm gettin' brains all day like I'm magna cum laude Cause, while you boys planked, I was gettin' more stamps Now my passport shittin' on your whole camp Fuck ya Instagram Them mookies do delivery, that instant gram, damn Put them ones up for them ones that's above us cause we miss them man And to the niggas stuck up in the can And slam a cage ya body, put ya body up in a different plan, different plain Same hustle, different game They don't love you if they always wanted you to stay the same Slidin' through the 'jects now I'm slidin' through the W with different dames That's a W nigga, figure that shit is game I just keep doublin' figures until my niggas ain't Peddlin' pills and 'caine Cause in the streets or the industry man, them presidents still the same ... Them presidents still the same ... I get that green back I see stacks and relapse Fiend, Bas, I mean that, I need that