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letra de bam got me stuttering - krispylife kidd

[intro]
alright
(we got bam on the beat, this b-tch a slapper)
what up, bam?
this b-tch hittin’ so hard
talk my sh-t for the one time, let me show— alright
(if you ain’t got a beat from bam, you don’t trap enough)

[verse]
go broke to see my n-gga come home, what’s his court date?
i can’t f-ck you, my baby, you got a horse face
keep talkin’ ’bout you doin’ it big, the “b” must be lowercase
they threw out the attempt murder and they hit me with a lower case
in traffic trippin’ in a tan scat, this a sand charger
catch you with that cutter, get lined up, this a slam barber
if it’s beef, don’t go vegan, n-gga, why don’t you stand on it?
i blew the breeze in his whip ’cause i know he can’t stand smokin’
auntie hit thе dope and got to shakin’, caught the holy ghost
like i’m bd and hе gd, i don’t really f-ck with folks
i, i, i, i, i
i’ll make that b-tch stutter, boy, that’s what switchy for
my b-tch got social anxiety from ass whoopings
she had ptsd at my last booking
a n-gga broke a sweat when he seen that cast cookin’
we put belt to ass to they whole hood, this a mass whooping
is you ballin’, boy, or is you on a budget?
your b-tch unattractive, my beatmaker wouldn’t f-ck her
if you really love that b-tch, boy, give her some money
crackin’ jokes on the ‘net, but that broke sh-t ain’t funny
ain’t talkin’ ’bout how much my shoes cost, n-gga
i’m only addin’ up how much my jewels cost, n-gga
out here with a gun but no whip, you a lost n-gga
hit you deep with a bullet, he thought you had mos with you
why, why, why you always got somethin’ to say about me?
tried to save you, but n0body had nothin’ to say about it
until you died, nah, everybody got somethin’ to say about you
don’t speak on the mob, i’m pullin’ out straight k for dotty
beecher n-gga, but i have ties with gorilla mob
we lost two, they lost five, we just tryna improvise
caught him lackin’, pull a hole in him a mcchicken size
lightskin, but i’m really dark, boy, chicken thighs
i’m really [?] in this sh-t, it ain’t no half-steppin’
i shot the school up, he died with a half lesson
hit him with that roop, this a fast weapon
your engineer said that sh-t trash, that’s y’all last session
[outro]
man
you hear that? bam trippin’ on that orient
chill, bam, that’s enough, my n-gga, calm down
man, you can break that hard sh-t for a second
we done left outta church, we just slid
krispylife

- krispylife kidd

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