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letra de armageddon - jamesy!

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[chorus: jamesy!]
i don’t wanna talk ’cause i’m finna make a bag
bad b-tch on my left, louie v all black
put a thirty-inch clip on the motherf-ckin’ mac
i don’t wanna talk ’cause i’m countin’ all these stacks (b-tch)
green haired b-tch, i’mma hit it from the back
i know that they love me ’cause i got the f-ckin’ sack
i just wanna f-ck ’cause she lookin’ like a snack
i don’t wanna f-ck ’cause i’m finna make a bag

[verse 1: jamesy!]
check the price, b-tch (whoa)
please don’t hit my line if you lookin’ for advice, b-tch
i ain’t really f-ckin’ with you n-ggas like a —-, b-tch (what)
you just tryna ride on the wave like a bike, b-tch
n-ggas ain’t as hard as you think
you know a n-gga drip like a sink
askin’ if i’m ’bout it, what you think? (ask)
you know a n-gga hard like a kink (wait, what?)
pull up with a coat, it’s a mink (squeak, squeak)
n-ggas roll out like a rink
lance bass, n-gga, ’cause we in sync [n-sync]
please clean your act, ’cause n-gga, you stink
(talk to ’em ‘kazi)
[verse 2: kamikaze’s endless & jamesy!]
all of these b-tches afraid of me
all of them wanna talk sh-t on me
managing vanity, managing sanity
hang in the gallows then i lay to rest all my vices
under the old willow tree, weaponary draftee
sailing the ol’ north sea, b-tches ask what i see?
ultraviolet, 3d
ganzfeld hallucinations got me seeing shadows under palm trees
pistol whip em for a fee with a gun i don’t even f-cking have
watch these b-tches run and flee (watch ’em flee)
stayed home for a night, sippin’ on some sprite
snoozin’ while i’m tryna write, me getting idolized
kazi ain’t civilized, neither even advertised
mostly just despised, never really equalized
there i go, f-cked up again
there was nothing that i gained
all just a waste of time
all just a waste of time (yuh, haha)

[chorus: jamesy!]
i don’t wanna talk ’cause i’m finna make a bag
bad b-tch on my left, louie v all black
put a thirty-inch clip on the motherf-ckin’ mac
i don’t wanna talk ’cause i’m countin’ all these stacks (b-tch)
green haired b-tch, i’mma hit it from the back
i know that they love me ’cause i got the f-ckin’ sack
i just wanna f-ck ’cause she lookin’ like a snack
i don’t wanna f-ck ’cause i’m finna make a bag
[outro: jamesy!]
sh-t, i f-cked up the lyrics, it’s still lit though, haha

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