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lirik lagu bamf – g-mo skee

[intro: g*mo skee]
yeah, “i can change i can change”
psych, look

[verse 1: g*mo skee]
i used to f*ck black hoes, g*strings and afros
now i got white broads with horses and lassos
the rap stone cold steve austin gon’ patch you
hit you with a stunner like i threw birdman at you
the last thing you want is a g*mo feud
i’ll take a n*gga’s legs, now they call him geodude
hit the strip club and pee on b00bs
the perverted captain falcon and i’m shouting “let me see those moves!”
i’m smoking on a gnarly pound, y’all smoke charlie brown
this is how a kick to the chest from a spartan sound
my n*ggas so hungry, we the donner party
now the rest of y’all should jump off a bridge jeff hardy style
a clique full of vamps, represent for the camp
talk sh*t? hit you with a hundred kicks, we the champs
got jordans, got forces, them sh*ts with the straps
even adidas leaving footprints on your back, n*gga

[hook: g*mo skee]
and i’m a bad*ass motherf*cker
you could find me at the pad, in the lab with the [?]
and i’m a bad*ass motherf*cker
you’s a god d*mn cop, what’s your badge and the number? uh!
i’m a bad*ass motherf*cker
and you probably hang out with the f*gs and the bustaz
i’m a bad*ass motherf*cker
if you see the honey badger, run fast motherf*cker, uh!
[verse 2: blind fury]
i spit properly, smoke beef and broccoli
ever since ’96, b*tches been on top of me
ain’t n0body stopping me, i brought the whole block with me
braille dots on your head so i can see who watching me
spit real sick things, somebody need to doctor me
you ain’t suge knight, why you trying to big poppa me?
it’s f*ck the world man, i’m on the same sh*t that pac’d be
spending money like i won the motherf*cking lottery
it’s me and g*mo so it’s f*cking loud in here
carolina motherf*cker, brought the south in here
i freestyled for years, now i spit paid flows
if i ever quit it, i’ma get it from my paid hoes
paper chase though, every single day bro
’cause i gotta make money when the day’s slow
just so i can live faster
that’s on my mama, i’ma pour the f*cking trauma in a shasta

[hook: g*mo skee]
and i’m a bad*ass motherf*cker
you could find me at the pad, in the lab with the [?]
and i’m a bad*ass motherf*cker
you’s a god d*mn cop, what’s your badge and the number? uh!
i’m a bad*ass motherf*cker
and you probably hang out with the f*gs and the bustaz
i’m a bad*ass motherf*cker
if you see the honey badger, run fast motherf*cker, uh!
[verse 3: g*mo skee]
my n*gga talk to them b*tches because i’m over the hype
you think you’re big sh*t ’cause you tower over my height
they gotta lower the mic when i spit in the booth
i’ll still punch you in the face, somebody give me a [?]
i gotta keep it filthy, i’m dirty d from pootie tang
hock a loogie, aim at your f*cking gucci frames
when they see me in the lab and i do my thang
they never come back like a bad boomerang
i don’t care about your corny bars and foreign cars
i put forty scars on your stomach with the morning star
pouring large glasses, an ass kick from an open jar
you think you go as hard? you n*ggas snorting shards
through the streets i will gta 5 chase you
catch a lass in traffic and press triangle
f*ck that, i’ma press square on a n*gga
won’t see it coming, won’t be aware of a n*gga

- g mo skee

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