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letra de akudama! - ham sandwich (usa)

[intro]
ayo oddwin!

[chorus: ham sandwich]
big city under belly sh-t is unforgiving i ain’t got time to slow down (no sir)
chopper on my side got a rail gun attached wanna pull up to the function all the opps getting mowed down
armed with the metal like the currier jobs getting dirtier
you can never know whats bout to go down just give me the bag and the lowdown
ima spin a block its a go round now the sh-t a ghost town
it’s over 100 bodies on the homie that i broke out

[verse 1: ham sandwich]
i ain’t never spoke out but i move loud cause i let the .40 poke out
so when i’m riding through your section there ain’t no doubt (nope)
i’m the one that the city been tryna smoke out (yessir)
in my pocket pull a smoke out
long drag while im leaning over [?]
if its for the money then im on time (yessir)
i ain’t really into talking online (nope)
it’s on sight i work alone
underground king need a new throne
loaded my chambers twitching my fingers sending n-ggas to the catacombs
what i’ve done i cannot atone (yessir)
hard body with a heart of stone (d-mn)
might be rotten down to the bone
whichever way you see it like a palindrome
[verse 2: ham sandwich]
big city under belly sh-t is unforgiving but i’m living like a knock a diamond stacking up the commas i got nothing in common with common people forgotten unless i put them in the coffin myself
i’m tryna stand up at the top of him well
this ain’t a game but if you’re getting in the way you know i’m dropping your health
the opposition i am not gonna sell
but i’ve been eating with the doctor in h-ll
no matter what but i am not gonna tell
i ain’t a snitch n-gga (nope)
y’all hoodlum rats you ain’t sh-t n-ggas (d-mn)
y’all couldn’t match you ain’t lit n-ggas (d-mn)
y’all couldn’t pass you straight b-tch n-ggas (d-mn)
y’all couldn’t scr-p you get disfigured (ooh)
boxed up (ooh)
run up on me this is not a toss up (no sir)
tired of living peasant so i bossed up (uh huh)
going up to heaven nah
not us (d-mn)

[chorus: ham sandwich]
big city under belly sh-t is unforgiving i ain’t got time to slow down
chopper on my side got a rail gun attached wanna pull up to the function all the opps getting mowed down (yessir)
armed with the medal like the currier jobs getting dirtier
you can never know whats bout to go down just give me the bag and the lowdown
ima spin a block its a go round now the sh-t a ghost town
it’s over 100 bodies on the homie as i jailbreak
[verse 3: ham sandwich]
f-ck a failsafe
get the pack opposition ima tailgate (d-mn)
f-ck a stalemate
on a railway living on an island tryna sail away
but theres no way out (d-mn)
i can die tomorrow but i’m getting paid now (yessir)
one day you getting laid next day you laid out
life a n-gga chose i let it play out (b-tch)

- ham sandwich usa

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