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  • Текст песни JME - 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 on the SNES

    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
    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

    OK, you wanna look in my boat? Fine
    You're the reason I wrote this rhyme
    Yo, man are baders, man are badman
    Man, I ain't seen a five-pound note in time
    Yo, you can't diss a friend of mine
    Trust me, you don't wanna cross this line
    Don't think you can stand in
    The background of the video
    Ad-libbing next man's rhyme
    Do you think I'm dumb?
    Try to boy me? Nah, that can't run
    Yo, you're lucky, the old Jme
    Bun out your chest like Jamaican rum
    'Cause you got your name on
    Your Nike Air Dunks
    'Cause you got your name on
    Your Air Force Ones
    You could have your name on your Reebok pumps
    Don't think you could ever diss man once
    Serious

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