Sam Adams (Sammy Adams)
Sam Adams (Sammy Adams) - I Got 'em Like songtekst
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Fuck You DJ Cash Whoo Kid Party Records Fuck This my party We get faded Straight as faggots Cowards and haters ... bull shit Yall not major I'm just smilin' See yall later Peace sign Motha fucka you should rewind Bitches say my shit is droppin soon They make a beeline Toward the record store Cuz I be buss token these felines Fuck yall I'm gon' be fine Regardless of all these blogs lyin (hahaha) Please get up off my dick I'm just on my hip hop shit ... peter pan, count chocula, yall dudes aint shit (haha) Wedding crashed Cuz I'm just havin a blast And these dudes see my skin colors white They log in and get gassed (ass) My eyes on the sack like geicko Came in tendencies to act like a psycho I used to wonder if I might blow Till I crash bandacooted boxes of nitro TNT baby we no drama You and bill for the game homie you a gona' You are in some shit... pajamas Critics stop and they watch yo timer Wanna duke it out go to Carolina North of the bullshit... as a rhymer Tryna see the goldie that shuffle in the miner You hate on me I'm gettin kinder Honeys hate on me not fun Money that you get is religious to none I'm over here smilin in the sun While you tryna prove that you shoot guns My cars are rabbid yo This is more than rappin yo Rusko and Sammy Adams Crowds askin what happened yo I got em like oh oh I got em like (cant forget)