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letra de speak of me - itsbambii

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bam! bam!

pull up in that all black
yeah you know i own that
in my years of livin’
with nothin’ to somethin’
been through a lot bro
got a lot of problems
but i keep some bottled in though
(?)

trust none, they all snakes!
smile up in yo face, whole time wanna take yo place
stuntin’ on everybody who doubted me
make ya life income in a week
low mental in the brain, watch how you speak of me
play me like a joke but i get the last laugh, aye
in my own lane, aye
can’t entertain these lames
ride in my own way
wit gang gang doin’ the dash wit push to start, no key
even on my worst day, you ain’t f-ckin’ wit me

took the other route, huh
tryna count me out, huh
thank god everyday that i made it out
i can’t go back to eatin’ out the can of ravioli
ravioli, plankton bum -ss tryna steal my formioli
you big mad, i get bags
slap yo dad, (?)
yo mama should of, swallowed yo -ss
envy ’cause, i’m winnin’
if i wasn’t really poppin’, why dey talk about me? heh
just bought a chain, it go boom bam bang
not rich but it’s in the makin’
wrist, drip drop
stuntin’ from hair, shoulder to my knees, to them gucci flip flops
(?) sh-t, crazy phsyco wit them heavy checks
bite ya ear off, hit you wit that tyson
images, i done seen, can’t get them out
my head, b-tch

trust none, they all snakes!
smile up in yo face, whole time wanna take yo place
stuntin’ on everybody who doubted me
make ya life income in a week
low mental in the brain, watch how you speak of me
play me like a joke but i get the last laugh, aye

in my own lane, aye
can’t entertain these lames
ride in my own way
wit gang gang doin’ the dash wit push to start, no key
even on my worst day, you ain’t f-ckin’ wit me

oh now you want smoke
(?) , you’s a joke
flow, eh eh, sick
hit them wit that shoulder lean
my whip push to start, no key
you a p-ssenger
yo car yo two feet
even on my worst, you ain’t f-ckin’ wit me
had to get it out the mud, my (?) was hungry
ain’t goin’ back to the eggs and bologna
pr-nto, pr-nto, run for cover
heard they want me gone
(?) to never be another

get ready it’s war
get ready it’s war
grindin’ all night, what i, need sleep for
get ready it’s war
get ready it’s war
grindin’ all night, what i, need sleep for

trust none, they all snakes!
smile up in yo face, whole time wanna take yo place
stuntin’ on everybody who doubted me
make ya life income in a week
low mental in the brain, watch how you speak of me
play me like a joke but i get the last laugh, aye
in my own lane, aye
can’t entertain these lames
ride in my own way
wit gang gang doin’ the dash wit push to start, no key
even on my worst day, you ain’t f-ckin’ wit me

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