Slidin - Bass Santana

Eight to the bottom, eight to the top, wavy

Mobbing, fuck it for ya

Bass for your hips, pop in it and lock

, blow it, all goddamn night

I got bitches, that’s my business

As my witness, I need two to keep my dick

I pull up on 'em with the shits

Mess around and catch a body fucking with this chick

Wait, I know you got niggas tryna fuck you

Wait, I know that your nigga he don’t trust you

Wait, to be honest I would keep you close too

But I’m not your nigga, I just want you, aye

You are now rocking with the coldest, yuh

Pour it up and sip on this slow shit

Purple keep a motherfucker focused, yuh

That molly keep her pretty legs open, yeah

I just want a lil bad bitch on my mattress

I might move a lil fast baby, but we’ll get past it

Acting up like it’s too big for you, so dramatic

Roll me a blunt of that gas, I don’t smoke no babbage

Hold on, wait

Do not put a label on the ting baby, yeah

Take my and got no name baby, yeah

You already know the gang supreme baby, yeah

Turn the pussy to a fiend baby, yeah

Got to hold it on me like five yards back

But my other niggas don’t know what to do with that

She the type to like a little pain with it, wait

Mess around and put my whole name on a bitch