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Basement Superstar - XXX CANDY FREESTYLE Lyrics



Basement Superstar - XXX CANDY FREESTYLE Lyrics




Grave hopping
Ghost popping new way, to the party
Bitch screaming can you stop it me get hardy she feel sorry
Wait, she won't call me prolly with her nigga fallin'
For that shit the we can't condone I've been thinkin' bout your dome for a while so let me know
Old school vibes give it off for a bar
Got a high-school vibe in the Gar
I need more cool lines for a star
You love chillin in the smoke, weed smell in the car
Bitch dare me to make visits I just wanna get you alone in my presence
You don't want the shit to blow like a Ferry
Make his skeleton dance I'm lookin' spooky and scary

I got the gummy fishes, Hershey Kisses
Finger licking she delicious
Don't finish you just lit it
Spark up resting she want second's
Ghost all I ever known I got things to throw
No shade for the bitch you was talkin' to the nigga in the shades with the flic
Bitch gon' f*ck with things I don't
Dance with the devil and I hope she don't show
That's a ticket to my tomb tell them niggas front row they can all go home
F*ck with the things I don't
Dance with the devil and I hope she don't show
That's a ticket to my tomb tell the niggas front row they can ***

They can all go home
They can all go home I think all of them niggas they can all go home
If they don't then I'll hit em five shots to the dome
Like-like where the f*ck he going GRIMM?
This is "GRIMM'S BASEMENT" yeah I'm in this shit

Yo, Gas pack loud that's the only way we function
Keep a low sound profile no emotion
Dead bodies dead bodies some of them are floating
Got witch bitch all around any moment
Don't need love that shit is in a potion
Cast her away threw my bottle in the ocean
Spelled out her name reminiscing on the old shit
Demons all around always ******
Already ran with the Devil now I'm walkin'
F*ck that to be honest its more like joggin'
Get the f*ck back part of me wish you'd try it
Oh yea let's make a circle start a riot
Let's get black and purple f*cked up eyelid's
Better fight back when inside of mosh pit
Taking hella shit but I'm not with the gossip
Always keep a needle 'cause they hope I will drop it

F*ck with the thing's I don't I could never understand
No how you got f*ck with one of my bro's
Now I gotta run around toting' my ****
Damn, shit's out here no joke gotta keep it with me cause the dark stay cold
Yeah she don't even know
I'm trynna see between the lines trynna see the goal
Damn I really love her flow I don't even know if they know what I know
'Member Demon's talkin to ** on the low
Showin' me the blueprint showing me the code
I could never understand no how you gon f*ck on one of my bro's
Now I gotta run around totin' my
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Grave hopping
Ghost popping new way, to the party
Bitch screaming can you stop it me get hardy she feel sorry
Wait, she won't call me prolly with her nigga fallin'
For that shit the we can't condone I've been thinkin' bout your dome for a while so let me know
Old school vibes give it off for a bar
Got a high-school vibe in the Gar
I need more cool lines for a star
You love chillin in the smoke, weed smell in the car
Bitch dare me to make visits I just wanna get you alone in my presence
You don't want the shit to blow like a Ferry
Make his skeleton dance I'm lookin' spooky and scary

I got the gummy fishes, Hershey Kisses
Finger licking she delicious
Don't finish you just lit it
Spark up resting she want second's
Ghost all I ever known I got things to throw
No shade for the bitch you was talkin' to the nigga in the shades with the flic
Bitch gon' f*ck with things I don't
Dance with the devil and I hope she don't show
That's a ticket to my tomb tell them niggas front row they can all go home
F*ck with the things I don't
Dance with the devil and I hope she don't show
That's a ticket to my tomb tell the niggas front row they can ***

They can all go home
They can all go home I think all of them niggas they can all go home
If they don't then I'll hit em five shots to the dome
Like-like where the f*ck he going GRIMM?
This is "GRIMM'S BASEMENT" yeah I'm in this shit

Yo, Gas pack loud that's the only way we function
Keep a low sound profile no emotion
Dead bodies dead bodies some of them are floating
Got witch bitch all around any moment
Don't need love that shit is in a potion
Cast her away threw my bottle in the ocean
Spelled out her name reminiscing on the old shit
Demons all around always ******
Already ran with the Devil now I'm walkin'
F*ck that to be honest its more like joggin'
Get the f*ck back part of me wish you'd try it
Oh yea let's make a circle start a riot
Let's get black and purple f*cked up eyelid's
Better fight back when inside of mosh pit
Taking hella shit but I'm not with the gossip
Always keep a needle 'cause they hope I will drop it

F*ck with the thing's I don't I could never understand
No how you got f*ck with one of my bro's
Now I gotta run around toting' my ****
Damn, shit's out here no joke gotta keep it with me cause the dark stay cold
Yeah she don't even know
I'm trynna see between the lines trynna see the goal
Damn I really love her flow I don't even know if they know what I know
'Member Demon's talkin to ** on the low
Showin' me the blueprint showing me the code
I could never understand no how you gon f*ck on one of my bro's
Now I gotta run around totin' my
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Writer: Jayson Polanco, Joshua Rosales
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Performed By: Basement Superstar
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Jayson Polanco, Joshua Rosales
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