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Famalam

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Bad boy tune, sick lyrics Words and verbs, I don't smoke herbs Outside parked up next to the curb I've got a matte black souped up turbs Full tank, private plate Race and win, wheels and rims I used to cotch in Tatum's and Pimm's Now I jam in a recliner ting Yeah, bad boy whip Soon I'm gonna have a bad boy yard I spit deep lyrics from my bad boy lip And I get all my P from grime, hard What? Say something, say something I big up my chest, I say I'm the best 'Cause man's been doing this ting from way back When I used to wear two-string vests Trust me, famalam Mash up the whole party when I land Don't try come clash me badderman You must've had Jack D's and a gram Trust me, famalam Mash up the whole party when I land Don't try come clash me badderman You must've had Jack D's and a gram Deep bass, bad boy bars Lights and mics, crowds and hype Skep's on the left, Frisco's on the right Trust me, you don't wanna fight Full squad, big man ting Champs and glass, triple A pass Step onstage and mashup the dance One hand in the air like you're in class Yeah, Boy Better Know Soon, I'm gonna have a whole next ting Businessman with a bad boy flow And I get all my P from grime, ch-ching Safe, speak up, speak up I big up my chest, I say I'm the best 'Cause man's been doing this ting from I used to play Street Fighter 2


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