Bass Santana Shame On You Intro Lyrics
Shame On You Intro by Bass Santana
(verse 1)
Text me on the trap
Imma hit you back
I just ran a lap
I get off the pack
We shoot back he dissing
Gun hot like 3 sixes
He to busy missing leave his shirt red like my mistress (whoa)
I just do my job
I dont want no problems
Hustle or you starve
Hustle you go far
Suck my dick no kissing
Say goodbye won't miss ya
Could say fuck my enemies but i just fuck they sisters
I dont miss a beat
Cross my fucking T's
Pray before i sleep
Third eye on my demons
Get it back , never lacked up, ill be racked up thats facts thats g
Get the cash up, get em mad , show em mad love they gon still hate lowkey (bui)
(hook)
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga
How the fuck you thought that i was playing with you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga
If i never knew you how i changed on you nigga?
(Verse 2)
I dont need your damn love, i just came up
I been taking risk had to change my game up
Brain matter scatter i can make you famous
You ain't use to battle you ain't been in danger
Why you always cappin like you bad son?
You a fucking lick you look mad dumb
Its too many hoes i had to grab one
I finessed your mcm for damn fun
Fuck that nigga
(hook)
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga
How the fuck you thought that i was playing with you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga
If i never knew you how i changed on you nigga?
Text me on the trap
Imma hit you back
I just ran a lap
I get off the pack
We shoot back he dissing
Gun hot like 3 sixes
He to busy missing leave his shirt red like my mistress (whoa)
I just do my job
I dont want no problems
Hustle or you starve
Hustle you go far
Suck my dick no kissing
Say goodbye won't miss ya
Could say fuck my enemies but i just fuck they sisters
I dont miss a beat
Cross my fucking T's
Pray before i sleep
Third eye on my demons
Get it back , never lacked up, ill be racked up thats facts thats g
Get the cash up, get em mad , show em mad love they gon still hate lowkey (bui)
(hook)
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga
How the fuck you thought that i was playing with you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga
If i never knew you how i changed on you nigga?
(Verse 2)
I dont need your damn love, i just came up
I been taking risk had to change my game up
Brain matter scatter i can make you famous
You ain't use to battle you ain't been in danger
Why you always cappin like you bad son?
You a fucking lick you look mad dumb
Its too many hoes i had to grab one
I finessed your mcm for damn fun
Fuck that nigga
(hook)
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga
How the fuck you thought that i was playing with you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
Shame on you nigga
How the fuck you let me run game on you nigga
If i never knew you how i changed on you nigga?