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