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[Chorus]
Bass for your truck
Bass for your truck
Bass-bass for-bass-bass-bass for-bass-bass for your truck
Bass for your truck
Bass-bass for-bass-bass-bass for-bass-bass for your truck
Bass for your truck
Bass-bass for-bass-bass-bass for-bass-bass for your truck
Bass for your truck
Bass-bass for-bass-bass-bass for-bass-bass for your truck
[Verse 1: MURS]
She keeps her biz booming down front street
Open with the funk so that no one wants beef
She the type that like to lay it all on the line
She say what's on her mind, that way it ain't a crime
The crime is that you show no shame
And you make those claims like you play no games
When in reality, you the biggest player of them all
The princess that wore the most layers to the ball
Trying to cover up when you laying in your drawers
You front like you a freak and everything you say is raw
But deep down, you really scared he's gonna leave ya
Your closet got more skeletons than the Dia
De los Muertos, you worse than my perros
My dogs, that only fuck with broads from the ghetto
You date losers 'cause it make you feel superior
Try to tell me lies to justify but all I'm hearin' is the...
Bass for your truck
Bass for your truck
Bass-bass for-bass-bass-bass for-bass-bass for your truck
Bass for your truck
Bass-bass for-bass-bass-bass for-bass-bass for your truck
Bass for your truck
Bass-bass for-bass-bass-bass for-bass-bass for your truck
Bass for your truck
Bass-bass for-bass-bass-bass for-bass-bass for your truck
[Verse 1: MURS]
She keeps her biz booming down front street
Open with the funk so that no one wants beef
She the type that like to lay it all on the line
She say what's on her mind, that way it ain't a crime
The crime is that you show no shame
And you make those claims like you play no games
When in reality, you the biggest player of them all
The princess that wore the most layers to the ball
Trying to cover up when you laying in your drawers
You front like you a freak and everything you say is raw
But deep down, you really scared he's gonna leave ya
Your closet got more skeletons than the Dia
De los Muertos, you worse than my perros
My dogs, that only fuck with broads from the ghetto
You date losers 'cause it make you feel superior
Try to tell me lies to justify but all I'm hearin' is the...
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