blam!

歌詞

Blam I just blammed on 'em, yea Blam I just blammed on 'em, yea Blam I just blammed on 'em, yea Blam I just blammed on 'em, yea Too many cars Too many hoes Too many drugs I just blammed on 'em Too many bars Too many homes Too many guns I just blammed on 'em Yea top down in that coupe bitch we way past Mercedes I got many woman begging me for a baby I got many men and they wishing death on me Choppa by side with a full clip on it And it go Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Blam, yea Grey Cullinan inside macaroni Ain't gotta watch the opps 'cause my gang watch for me God by my side boy I'm never ever lonely Glock by my side so I'm always riding slowly You know I push they buttons They know I'm good for everthing and they good for nothing Hit the launch pad you know I blam the dutton That's like 700 horses taken off from nothing Yea blam uh I just be blamming when I'm on the track I just be blamming the muh fucking pack I just be blamming the muh fucking bands Yea blam uh I just be blamming the muh fucking Glock Cullinan blamming the muh fucking block Audemar blamming the muh fucking clock Yea Jump in I hop in and swerve Pop me a Xan for my nerves I'm geeking and geeking and geeking and geeking and throw Percs in a purge Yea I just been winning no Ls Yea all my engines they yell yea Building my biz to the heavens and flexing that I made it straight out of hell yea Blam on a dummy Then I take his honey And bend and fuck her on top of my money My wrist is too sunny My chain is too sunny My cup is too muddy My ex's on knee Begging ass bitches I'm laughing in stitches I'm burning up bridges And building up riches Blam on a witness I blam with the stick Blam on these bitches to suck on my dick Blam! Blam I just blammed on 'em, yea Blam I just blammed on 'em, yea Blam I just blammed on 'em, yea Blam I just blammed on 'em, yea Let's go Let's go Let's go Too many cars Too many hoes Too many drugs I just blammed on 'em Too many bars Too many homes Too many guns I just blammed on 'em Yea top down in that coupe bitch we way past Mercedes I got many woman begging me for a baby I got many men and they wishing death on me Choppa by side with a full clip on it And it go Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Blam, yea Too many cars Too many hoes Too many drugs I just blammed on 'em Too many bars Too many homes Too many guns I just blammed on 'em Too many cars Too many hoes Too many drugs I just blammed on 'em Too many bars Too many homes Too many guns I just blammed on 'em