Bass Santana (born July 18, 1997) is a musician based in the South Florida … Read Full Bio ↴Bass Santana (born July 18, 1997) is a musician based in the South Florida collective Members Only. From 2016, he was on hiatus until 2019, when Members Only, Vol. 4 was released on January 23rd, 2019.
Jahseh on my Wrist
Bass Santana Lyrics
Uh, ooh
Too much dope, in all
(Boy, patient, talk shit, Members Only shit)
Too much (Fuck 'em)
Ayy (bitch) uh
Too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me
Ok vool, bitch, but it's Members Only keep my goons lit
Voo bitch, who gon' run up on me, you a fool shit
We gon' school shit, you don't see my vision, fuck your movement
I'm fuckin' lucid (Uh), fallin' off the edge I just might lose it (ayy, ayy!)
You can't feel our pain, they took our brother out the game (huh)
Not in vain, but you will remember about his name (aye)
It's a lot of you rappers stealing clout and chasing fame (selling clout)
I got some enemies (Huh), they will remember me (Huh, huh)
Smokin' weed in public, 40 deep sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy)
You got all the bitches that be givin' out STDs (Ew, ew)
Ali, Brandi, Christie, all my girls right like ABCs
Yes I drip, no I won't fuck that trick
I don't wanna lick, that's it, then pass that shit
You can't even cash that shit, I don't want a black-haired bitch like (huh, huh)
Uh, too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me
I got M's, really I'm on ten
Bitch, don't play with me, no friends (oh no)
I don't need no fake niggas crossing me again (oh no)
Pop out, watch me slide, Popeye spinach in them cans
Catch an opp out with no fire, we know how this story ends, uh (damn)
Blood of my bloo, what
Flesh of my flesh, uh
Bust open his nose since a nigga wanna talk fresh, uh
I go, they go, what
I flex, they flex, uh
Catch a buck 50, fuckin' with my M-O niggas, we press
I can't keep too many niggas 'round me 'cause they envious (hm)
Movin' independently to keep the ambience
If I panic, I'ma do damage
And ain't no bandages gon' manage to alleviate leaking, and I'ma stand by that
I'll die by my word
Your pride could get you split up
Divided, and left to rest and piss on that curb (hm)
My nerves bad (Huh), I'm disturbed on the verse, so don't urge me (hm, hm)
Ya heard me
Uh, too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me, uh
Too much dope, in all
(Boy, patient, talk shit, Members Only shit)
Too much (Fuck 'em)
Ayy (bitch) uh
Too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me
Ok vool, bitch, but it's Members Only keep my goons lit
Voo bitch, who gon' run up on me, you a fool shit
We gon' school shit, you don't see my vision, fuck your movement
I'm fuckin' lucid (Uh), fallin' off the edge I just might lose it (ayy, ayy!)
You can't feel our pain, they took our brother out the game (huh)
Not in vain, but you will remember about his name (aye)
It's a lot of you rappers stealing clout and chasing fame (selling clout)
I got some enemies (Huh), they will remember me (Huh, huh)
Smokin' weed in public, 40 deep sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy)
You got all the bitches that be givin' out STDs (Ew, ew)
Ali, Brandi, Christie, all my girls right like ABCs
Yes I drip, no I won't fuck that trick
I don't wanna lick, that's it, then pass that shit
You can't even cash that shit, I don't want a black-haired bitch like (huh, huh)
Uh, too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me
I got M's, really I'm on ten
Bitch, don't play with me, no friends (oh no)
I don't need no fake niggas crossing me again (oh no)
Pop out, watch me slide, Popeye spinach in them cans
Catch an opp out with no fire, we know how this story ends, uh (damn)
Blood of my bloo, what
Flesh of my flesh, uh
Bust open his nose since a nigga wanna talk fresh, uh
I go, they go, what
I flex, they flex, uh
Catch a buck 50, fuckin' with my M-O niggas, we press
I can't keep too many niggas 'round me 'cause they envious (hm)
Movin' independently to keep the ambience
If I panic, I'ma do damage
And ain't no bandages gon' manage to alleviate leaking, and I'ma stand by that
I'll die by my word
Your pride could get you split up
Divided, and left to rest and piss on that curb (hm)
My nerves bad (Huh), I'm disturbed on the verse, so don't urge me (hm, hm)
Ya heard me
Uh, too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me, uh
Lyrics Β© Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Craig Xen, Ming Le, Bass Santana, Flyboy Tarantino
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@zreael7444
[Intro: Bass Santana]
Uh, ooh
Too much dope, in all (Boy, patient, talk shit, Members Only shit)
Too much (Fuck 'em)
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Too much dope, in all black, woah (Ooh)
Too much smoke, who tryna match? Like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait, ooh)
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like woah)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit-Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick, shot wit me
[Verse 1: Bass Santana andΒ KiD TRUNKS]
Ok vool, bitch, but it's Members Only keep my goons lit
Voo bitch, who gon' run up on me, you a fool shit
We gon' school shit, you don't see my vision, fuck your movement
I'm fuckin' lucid (Uh), fallin' off the edge I just might lose it (Ayy, ayy!)
[Verse 2: KiD TRUNKS]
You can't feel our pain, they took our brother out the game (Huh)
Not in vain, but you will remember about his name (Ayy)
It's a lot of you rappers stealin' clout and chasin' fame (Stealin' clout)
I got some enemies (Huh), they will remember me (Huh, huh)
Smokin' weed in public, 40 deep sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy)
You got all the bitches that be givin' out STDs (Ew, ew)
Ali, Brandi, Christie, all my girls right like ABCs
Yes I drip, no I won't fuck that trick
I don't wanna lick (Huh), that's it (Huh), then pass that shit
You can't even cash that shit, I don't want a black-haired bitch like (Huh, huh)
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Too much dope, in all black, woah (Ooh)
Too much smoke, who tryna match? Like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait, ooh)
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like woah)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit-Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick, shot wit me
[Verse 3: Flyboy Tarantino]
I got M's, really I'm on ten
Bitch, don't play with me, no friends (Uh uh)
I don't need no fake niggas crossin' me again (Oh no)
Pop out, watch me slide, Popeye spinach in them cans
Catch an opp out with no fire, we know how this story ends, uh (Damn)
Blood of my blood (What)
Flesh of my flesh (Uh)
Bust open his nose since a nigga wanna talk fresh, uh
I go, they go (What)
I flex, they flex (Uh)
Catch a buck 50, fuckin' with my MO niggas, we press
[Verse 4: Craig Xen]
I can't keep too many niggas 'round me 'cause they envious (Hm)
Movin' independently to keep the ambience
If I panic, I'ma do damage
And ain't no bandages gon' manage to alleviate leakin', and I'ma stand by that
I'll die by my word
Your pride could get you split up
Divided, and left to rest and piss on that curb (Hm)
My nerves bad (Huh)
I'm disturbed on the verse, so don't urge me (Hm, hm)
Ya heard me
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Too much dope, in all black, woah (Ooh)
Too much smoke, who tryna match? Like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait, ooh)
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like woah)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit-Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick, shot wit me
@BTSLIVECONCERT-vj6tx
[Intro: Bass Santana]
Uh, ooh
Too much dope, in all (Boy, patient, talk shit, Members Only shit)
Too much (Fuck 'em)
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who try'na match, like (Bitch)
Send that shit to me on Cashapp
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like whoa)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick, y'all wit me
[Verse 1: Bass Santana and KiD TRUNKS]
Ok vool, bitch, but it's Members Only keep my goons lit
Voo bitch, who gon' run up on me, you a fool shit
We gon' school shit, you don't see my vision, fuck your movement
I'm fuckin' lucid (Uh), fallin' off the edge I just might lose it (Aye, aye!)
[Verse 2: KiD TRUNKS]
You can't feel our pain, they took our brother out the game (Huh)
Not in vain, but you will remember about his name (Aye)
It's a lot of you rappers stealing clout and chasing fame (Selling clout)
I got some enemies (Huh), they will remember me (Huh, huh)
Smokin' weed in public, 40 deep sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy)
You got all the bitches that be givin' out STDs (Ew, ew)
Ali, Brandi, Christie, all my girls right like ABCs
Yes I drip, no I won't fuck that trick
I don't wanna lick (Huh), that's it (Huh), then pass that shit
You can't even cash that shit, I don't want a black-haired bitch (Huh, huh)
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Ooh, too much dope, in all black, ooh (Woah)
Too much smoke, who try'na match, like bitch (Uh)
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait)
Ooh, send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like whoa)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick, y'all wit me
[Verse 3: Flyboy Tarantino]
I got M's, really I'm on ten
Bitch, don't play with me, no friends (Oh no)
I don't need no fake niggas crossing me again (Oh no)
Pop out, watch me slide, Popeye spinach in those cans
Catch an opp out with no fire, we know how this story ends, uh (Damn)
Blood of my blood (What)
Flesh of my flesh (Uh)
Bust open his nose since a nigga wanna talk fresh, uh
I go, they go (What)
I flex, they flex (Uh)
Catch a boy 50, fuckin' with my MO niggas, we press
[Verse 4: Craig Xen]
I can't keep too many niggas 'round me 'cause they envious (Hm)
Movin' independently to keep the ambience
If I panic, Im'ma do damage
And ain't no bandages gon' manage to alleviate leaking, and Im'ma stand by that
I'll die by my word
Your pride could get you split up
Divided, and left to rest and piss on that curb (Hm)
My nerves bad (Huh), I'm disturbed on the verse, so don't urge me (Hm, hm)
Ya heard me
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Ooh, too much dope, in all black, ooh (Woah)
Too much smoke, who try'na match, like bitch (Uh)
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (Wait)
Ooh, send that shit to me, no bounce back (Like whoa)
Hit that, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick, y'all wit me
@user-cj7vh7kp6h
Lyrics:
Uh, ooh
Too much dope, in all
(Boy, patient, talk shit, Members Only shit)
Too much (Fuck 'em)
Ayy (bitch) uh
Too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me
Ok vool, bitch, but it's Members Only keep my goons lit
Voo bitch, who gon' run up on me, you a fool shit
We gon' school shit, you don't see my vision, fuck your movement
I'm fuckin' lucid (Uh), fallin' off the edge I just might lose it (ayy, ayy!)
You can't feel our pain, they took our brother out the game (huh)
Not in vain, but you will remember about his name (aye)
It's a lot of you rappers stealing clout and chasing fame (selling clout)
I got some enemies (Huh), they will remember me (Huh, huh)
Smokin' weed in public, 40 deep sippin' Hennessy (Hennessy)
You got all the bitches that be givin' out STDs (Ew, ew)
Ali, Brandi, Christie, all my girls right like ABCs
Yes I drip, no I won't fuck that trick
I don't wanna lick, that's it, then pass that shit
You can't even cash that shit, I don't want a black-haired bitch like (huh, huh)
Uh, too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me
I got M's, really I'm on ten
Bitch, don't play with me, no friends (oh no)
I don't need no fake niggas crossing me again (oh no)
Pop out, watch me slide, Popeye spinach in them cans
Catch an opp out with no fire, we know how this story ends, uh (damn)
Blood of my bloo, what
Flesh of my flesh, uh
Bust open his nose since a nigga wanna talk fresh, uh
I go, they go, what
I flex, they flex, uh
Catch a buck 50, fuckin' with my M-O niggas, we press
I can't keep too many niggas 'round me 'cause they envious (hm)
Movin' independently to keep the ambience
If I panic, I'ma do damage
And ain't no bandages gon' manage to alleviate leaking, and I'ma stand by that
I'll die by my word
Your pride could get you split up
Divided, and left to rest and piss on that curb (hm)
My nerves bad (Huh), I'm disturbed on the verse, so don't urge me (hm, hm)
Ya heard me
Uh, too much dope, in all black, ooh
Too much smoke, who tryna match, like, bitch
Send that shit to me on Cashapp (wait) ooh
Send that shit to me, no bounce back (like whoa)
Hit that, uh, break that back like a Kit Kat, uh
Kick her ass out the Airbnb
Flyin' high, you won't miss that
Jahseh on my wristband, miss me, huh
With all the bullshit, keep all the drugs, I'm litty, uh
Fix me, uh, you need the plug, bitch
I need a lick shot wit me, uh
@ArnieNegrete
Happy Birthday X Long Live the king
@ninjabrox
He ain't in this song
@rise2kill868
King of the dead
@TaounateFamily
Tie un bon le zouzi
@pz-8757
Letβs not be sad that he died letβs be happy he was walking on this planet letβs be happy he inspired us letβs be happy he was THE KING Rip prince x
@heartbreaklucid7386
Itβs insane to see a whole community come together come together in one night and put this night in history
@naosei-wh5kb
NΓ©
@GamerPlayAT
Feliz aniversΓ‘rio Tio x, vocΓͺ deixou o seu legado e uma grande mudanΓ§a nesse mundo. Espero que esteja feliz por todos nΓ³s que mudamos graΓ§as a vocΓͺ. Eterno! #LLJ
@s0ci3tysxcks68
Rip jah... Mov 4 album of the year. x and ski did this. Legenday... The way x could do any genre and make hit after hit and the way he could command the crowd and the lyrics he wrote were so powerful even if they were just trap songs, The way ski murdered every beat and flows as if the beat flows to his voice, his vocal presence and lyrical prowess.,they changed hip hop... and the talent they found through the movrment they created... Every person in m.o. is unique and so great... Its finally ok to rest x... Members only be the clique lil bitch.
@GypC6969
It's sad how its Jah's birthday and he isn't here to celebrate his own bday but we are all the ones receiving a gift and celebrating. Rest easy Vro .