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jam master j - boldy james & futurewave lyrics

[intro]
talk to me, i talk back
ayy, talk to me nice
let’s talk about it

[verse 1]
i got that fire water, n*gga want that smoke? i’m a fire starter
shining like a beacon, next weekend i might fly to florida
hoping that my plug who got the cocaine can supply my order
seen a couple trinkets up his ears i should buy my daughter
down in g.i., n*ggas call me joe but i’m more sergeant slaughter
dropped my buffs off at hutch, had to get my cartis soldered
my target audience, they thought that i had called it quits
but that’s rhetorical, was on memorial with walt and chris
counting balled up cash with them playmakers
227 fugitive, u of m, great lakеr
way the work wet, double cup, full of maybеlline
plate looking like some shaving cream on a straight razor
unky ben’s skin popping rs, he a h banger
auntie got a stent in her heart on a pacemaker
whip a ki into a delicacy, i’m a taste maker
health hazard on front of my cup, it’s a safe danger
watelse
[chorus]
auntie debbie want a one*and*one
pressing up the sketty, mixing fetty with the bubbleyum
trying to double up, uncle eddie want a graham cracker
trying to spend 100 bucks then i gotta serve jam after
it’s the king of rock, but they call me the jam master
backseat of the cullinan, counting up them band rackers
shooting jams, moving grams, i’m a yam smacker
it’s jam master j, a.k.a. the jam master

[verse 2]
hurt me to find out that he don’t own his d*mn masters
i don’t hit women but i’m quick to let my hand slap her
still on the one, i am talking ‘bout no lancaster
f*ck it, let’s shoot it out, see who open up the slam faster
package man like a packers fan, i’m a head tapper
grand champ, amtrakker, 10:08 saran wrapper
bird flee in with the film flackers
if you touch it barehanded, just make sure to wash your hands after
for them blue blans, i can get you flew flammed
to all you little stupids, i never been no d*mn rapper
big dummy, sell dope, rob, k!ll, get money
sip drank, f*ck whole tonys, let her man cash it
fully blue benz cost me forty*two grand
so much money, you can’t even compute it like a scam hacker
in the back of the bach, neck a thousand graham crackers
best believe if i ain’t take her down then my mans caught it
let’s get it
[chorus]
auntie debbie want a one*and*one
pressing up the sketty, mixing fetty with the bubbleyum
trying to double up, uncle eddie want a graham cracker
trying to spend 100 bucks then i gotta serve jam after
it’s the king of rock, but they call me the jam master
backseat of the cullinan, counting up them band rackers
shooting jams, moving grams, i’m a yam smacker
it’s jam master j, a.k.a. the jam master

[outro]
it is known that many pimps
though they like to describe themselves as gentlemen of leisure
in fact, do work at pushing and dealing in drugs

- boldy james futurewave lyrics

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