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• Artiste: Scrim
• Titre: Blam!
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You did good slick It’s a smash Damn son, where’d you find this? Blam (Blam) I just blammed on them (Let’s go) Yeah, BLAM (Yeah) I just blammed on them (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, BLAM (Yeah) I just blammed on them (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, BLAM I just blammed on them (Let’s go, let’s go, let's go) Too many cars, too many hoes, too many drugs (Hype me up, up, up, up) I just blammed on them Too many bars, too many homes, too many guns (Let's go) Yeah, I just blammed on them (Let's go) Yeah, top down in that coupe, bitch, we way past Mercedes (Yeah) I got many women bеgging me for a baby (Yeah) I got many men and thеy wishing death on me Choppa by my side with a full clip on it And it go Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Yeah Grey Cullinan, inside macoroni Ain't gotta watch the opps 'cause my gang watch for me God by my side, boy, I'm never ever lonely Glock by my side so I'm always ridin' slowly You know I push they buttons They know I'm good for everything, and they good for nothin' Hit the launchpad, you know I blam the dutton That's like seven hundred horses taken off from nothin' Yeah, blam, uh I just be blammin' when I'm on the track I just be blammin' the motherfuckin' pack I just be blammin' the motherfuckin' bands Yeah, blam, uh I just be blammin' the motherfuckin' Glock Cullinan blammin' the motherfuckin' block Audemaur blammin' the motherfuckin' clock, yeah Jump in, I hop in, and I swerve Pop me a Xan' for my nerves I'm geekin' and geekin' and geekin' and geekin' and throwin' the percs in a purse Yeah, I just been winning, no L's Yeah, all my engines, they yell, yeah Building my biz to the heavens and flexing that I made it straight out of Hell, yeah Blam on a dummy, then I take his honey And bend and fuck her on top of my money My wrist is too sunny, my chain is too sunny My cup is too muddy My exe's on one knee Beggin' ass bitches I'm laughing in stiches I'm burning up bridges And building up riches Blam on a witness, I blam with the stick Blam on these bitch to suck on my dick Blam (Blam) I just blammed on them (Let’s go) Yeah, BLAM (Yeah) I just blammed on them (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, BLAM (Yeah) I just blammed on them (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, BLAM I just blammed on them (Let’s go, let’s go, let's go) Too many cars, too many hoes, too many drugs (Hype me up, up, up, up) I just blammed on them Too many bars, too many homes, too many guns (Let's go) Yeah, I just blammed on them (Let's go) Yeah, top down in that coupe, bitch, we way past Mercedes (Yeah) I got many women begging me for a baby (Yeah) I got many men and they wishing death on me Choppa by my side with a full clip on it And it go Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam Too many cars, too many hoes, too many drugs I just blammed on 'em Too many bars, too many homes, too many guns (Damn son, where'd you find this?) I just blammed on 'em Too many cars, too many hoes, too many drugs I just blammed on 'em Too many bars, too many homes, too many guns Yeah, I just blammed on 'em