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blam! gang shit - brian x allen lyrics

[produced by mike will made*it]

[intro: young dolph]
ear drummers
you know i’m sayin’ my weeds types drop movies
mike will made it

[hook]
the boys say that you wanna have a problem i’m ready (blam!)
i’m in the cut like fredo i’m ready (blam!)
the b*tch says she wanna f*ck i’m ready (blam!)
you even gotta ask me i’m ready (blam!)
i’m ready (blam!)
i’m ready (blam!)
i’m ready (blam!)
i’m ready (blam!)
he ready (blam!)
she ready (blam!)
thank ready (blam!)
we ready (blam!)

[verse: 1]
i’m gettin’ money so the haters be fallin’ out
f*ck wit me i got costume
touch babies
no jerry’s some dusty
you looking for a n*gga
i’ll be hearing to shy
and the murder woods for goods
i’m get so high
we duck in the sky
surgery i’ll be cuttin’ your lady
kitty cat we stashing babies
grey cup so reduce don’t make me
keep a hammer in my grandma wasting
but you ain’t know that
so homie fall back, you trying to fall back
then get this money
looking for ya d*ck tenderoni
like you don’t know me
my n*gga see, it got release
be 33 and still shoot like coby
i took a knowledge
benson wealth is one the og hoes
f*ck p*ssy n*ggas and buck
don’t say nothing keep your lips touch
24’s make a coupe quit f*ck
so you can make a diss and hoes
i made a memphis like busted raymond
d.t.’s for are buster famous
go agrivate ya
cause you ain’t clam it
let me call my lawyer
we can make a wageman
f*ck the boys
i bust a girl
i hit the app then jump the charge
i got your chick, i may suck my d*ck, on your knees person in her clan boys (yeah)

[hook]
the boys say you wanna have a problem i’m ready (blam!)
i’m in the cut like fredo i’m ready (blam!)
the b*tch says she wanna f*ck i’m ready (blam!)
you even gotta ask me i’m ready (blam!)
i’m ready (blam!)
i’m ready (blam!)
i’m ready (blam!)
i’m ready (blam!)
he ready (blam!)
she ready (blam!)
thank ready (blam!)
we ready (blam!)

[verse: 2]
every day i’m getting profit
the hoes hot lock it, drop it
i got racks on racks on racks
i get stuff is in my wallet
i run do this like branson
louie v hold my pants up
real mccoy d boy
i got that d like tyson taylor
i can do ever i want
when i walk the h*ll i wanna do it
i’m gettin’ mad, that you go like a finish line
i run it, through it
n*gga say that i’m a ruiz
see to spit i’m going through it
you can tell give a r*t*rded money
look the watch it’s kind of stupid
i’m counting money and i’m gettin’ soups
she don’t n*gga solbin approve
but 24’s are in the coupe
ice cream man who runs gucci
boss it out n*gga throw your dues said you ain’t scared we gotta shoot
buck what you gonna do for one
b*tch, i got problems too
i’m on the block silver four for three, because i’m done working in his tennessee
blam!
i got a b*tch that f*ck me and gimmie head till i go to sleep
i’m burning kush like keanu reeves and one week then i’ll make a celery
start a b*tch on facebook can you tell the whole quick tag in it

[hook]
the boys say you wanna have a problem i’m i’m ready (blam!)
i’m in the cut like fredo i’m ready (blam!)
the b*tch say you wanna f*ck i’m ready (blam!)
you even gotta ask me i’m ready (blam!)
i’m ready (blam!)
i’m ready (blam!)
i’m ready (blam!)
i’m ready (blam!)
he ready (blam!)
she ready (blam!)
thank ready (blam!)
we ready (blam!)

[outro: young dolph]
i put that sh*t together, it’s going to be a movie

- brian x allen lyrics

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