3 Rules lyrics

[Intro]
It's Bas, It's Bas
Super Mooking Fiends, Super Mooking Fiends

[Verse 1]
Hello, I'm back again
Money under mattresses
Flying over atlases
First-class, so to see
Turned into some mattresses
All my n*ggas down
When my n*ggas in the deficit, blowing out the pound
Cause my n*ggas depressed and sh*t
Money is the issue, Ha
Right up of the press and hit every corner
Hopping out her dress, and I barely know her
Maybe Mama didn't show her, Papa wouldn't hold her
I show her sh*t she's never seen, I'm the wick
Dip inside her kerosene, You ain't special, must be on that Ketamine
On my level, b*tch I'm so serene, sureal
Mooking with the Fiends, oh foreal

[Chorus]
3 Rules that I follow

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