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letra de im on bong - b-man

uh, so im gon toke it while im here boy
smoking bong, gettin high
i do this sh-t all all year boy
these guys, try to disguise, or act dumb
these ripley’s bars, believe it or not, but i wrote them
tryna son me
and i be on my dad sh-t
gon write this on my casket
“first name kristian, last name jackson”
no christian
im straight sinnin
no straight sippin
im bottle poppin
you lames mixin
thats jaw droppin
get to bottle mixin
these lames poppin
now jaws droppin
try to f-ck with me? you kno it not an option
so i think to myself
as i ride by myself, motorbike no hel-
mit, sh-t, im gon need some help-quick
my healths sick, can’t help it
its flowing through my veins
startin to feel it in my brain
man its driving me insane
d-mn
so how you gon stop me
you can’t
im like a car with no brakes so just watch me
do this, not new to this, so ludacris
not from the south, so [1]blow it out ur -ss
or put it in ur mouth
im not sittin here waitin on the couch
i got [2]mouths to feed
different [3]area codes
with miles between
[4]pimpin all over the world
cuz i kno [5]what them girls like
one sip of that [6]potion, godd-mn
[7]splash waterfalls all night
cuz [8]my chick bad, [9]how low can she go
takin shot after shot, till she can’t [10]party no mo
yea
the [11]game got switched
but my bars are still ludacrious
so intricate and lucrative
im tryna spit some holy sh-t
like holy sh-t
these bars are really takin off
like holy moly, i mean molly holly went she takin off
but f-ck it n-gga. im done with this written sh-t
its all off the top now
never gon stop, how
its all of the top woow
spit some sh-t like ming mang wick wock
you know it still sounds hot
me and my bars are hard, rock
solid, stay droppin knowledge
high school graduate, and i say f-ck college
so what you tryna do, you tryna ball, shieet
dont come crying to me cuz i called it
from a long distant, can’t call me collect
cuz im long distance
im in deanna(indiana), shes a virgin, so i gotta pace her(pacer)
talk sh-t, get p-ssed an(piston) start a brawl, pistons, pacers
when i run up in the stands
got the whole crowd chantin bman
so i really dont understand
how they hatin homie
first mixtape oh
you been waitin on me
my bad, forgot
been smokin to much og
got the brain f-cked up
like some good p-ssy
so im gon eat it
like the beat, i jump in and destroy it
shut the f-ck up you sound so annoyin
flow distorted, lyrics contorted
dont see why you even bothered to record it
so, stop it
your just borin me
6:43
are you ready
to cop that 5th of belve
shouts out to r.o.b
a.k.a smokewoodz
dissed em earlier but its all good
if he really gives a sh-t will smoke a pack a backwoods
roll around the hood like whats good
and rob a n-gga jus like i should
“je ne sais pas pourquoi
ils aiment détester” translates
“i dont know why they love to hate”
but its okay, i know my way
its not a maze, but itll amaze you
how amazin my flow is times 2
gotta keep it movin like a u-
haul, u all fall, when i ball
these shots are aimin at ur head boy
so wheres the bread
spell it d-e-m-p-s-t-e-r
seen it from afar
got it tatted on ur arm
but i think its time that i end this
cuz like time my lines are endless
dont need to remind jus rewind
the tape incase you missed the message

- b man

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