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letra de bench-sitter - t.hamm.y

[intro: moses & t.hamm.y]
yeah man it’s on global
t.hamm.y, sh-t

[verse 1: t.hamm.y]
i’m that mr make-him-boss (yeah)
love being underdog and i’m the cream of the crop (whip it)
love to keep me close but i ain’t open so they pause (nah)
i love my finesse but f-ck ma n-gga don’t call it sauce (sh-t, okay)
bro you h-lla tripping if you thought i came to ask
begging their pardon, had to laugh
excuse ma manners, keep the act upon
if you imitate keep it up don’t fall
i’m so like that gravity gone
h-lla explosive call me the bomb (bomb ,bomb, bomb, bomb)

[chorus: t.hamm.y]
i’m an addict to this sh-t like oh please i got on cuffs
she loves dipping in and out like “i so loved being cuffed”
i got bros who’re waiting on me just to self-destruct
not to pick em up to make sure that they never touch
never holding back so you can keep your foot on clutch
got a bigger plan end of sentence add “but”
telling you would make you finna switch like what (like what)
like who declared such
tooo allergic to sl-ts
like please and what
can’t handle, don’t touch (no)
t.hamm.y, t.hamm.y yeah i said my name again
assurance on myself couldn’t fake it nor pretend
dudes fearing t. ’cause he abandoning the bench
dudes fearing t. ’cause he ab-
[skit]
ayy yo’s who the f-ck t.hamm.y is
sure he phoney like bruh
camping on the bench for sure he lonely
i wanna know who t.hamm.y is ,sh-t

[refrain]
mr phoney
misbehaving h-lla bad
customising my own tone so h-lla h-lla bad
triple x n-ggas acting up over sad!
and i’m still stroking through that bullsh-t that i had

{verse 2: a.kid]
that’s that bullsh-t that you had
man i need a fix
n-ggas can’t be fitting with my clique we can’t mix
talking about the mob ,just like bob with the bricks
building like the pigs in case we blow from these sticks
that’s my pen and inks
some like i’m frank ocean
but i’m not that frank i’m with the whole thing (drip)
nailed through like the f-cking x man
hii, you can call me logan
i keep my heart with less emotion
girl it’s locked but my arms are open
snowman call me oliver, how she built me up to leave me frozen
(let it go)
who the f-ck is a.kid sure he lonely (ohhh)
heard he taking off, but he h-lla slowly
mmm na o na ain’t got nothing me (let it go ,woo)
it’s mr phoney
[verse 2: t.hamm.y]
yeah i catch it how it be
o.b.sing while i keep the lowest key
i love my finesse but f-ck my n-gga don’t call it sauce
it’s kinda highkey i’m lowkey like ohh please (please please please please)

[chorus: t.hamm.y]
oh please i got on cuffs
she loves dipping in and out like “i so loved being cuffed”
i got bros who’re waiting on me just to self-destruct
not to pick em up to make sure that they never touch
never holding back so you can keep your foot on clutch
got a bigger plan end of sentence add “but”
telling you would make you finna switch like what (like what)
like who declared such
tooo allergic to sl-ts
like please and what
can’t handle, don’t touch
t.hamm.y, t.hamm.y yeah i said my name again
assurance on myself-

- t hamm y

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