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da beam - chris patrick lyrics

[part i]

[intro: chris patrick]
yeah
da beam
da beam, da beam, da beam
line that boy up in da beam
da beam, da beam, da beam
line a muf*cker all up in da beam
da beam, da beam, da beam (yeah)

[pre*chorus: chris patrick]
get the f*ck off my d*ck, ho’
n*ggas love kicking that dirt on my name ’till my brodie come through with that kick door
micheal strahan with the stick
the way they up quick to get up in that blitz mode
get low
please get the f*ck out the way cause you might get your sh*t blown
shipped home
robert downey with the heat

[chorus: chris patrick]
line ’em in da beam
let it bang on ’em
line that boy up in the da beam
let it bang on ’em
line that boy up in the da beam
let it bang on ’em
line that boy up in the da beam
let it bang on ’em
let it bang, bang (ay)
[verse 1: chris patrick]
bang in this b*tch
aang with the aim when he angle the stick
it’s a dangerous flip
choppa leave you wet like a pessimist, came with a lisp
wilt chamberlain
100 on your brain get you clipped
still stainless
shirt stained up, more angels
stand on this sh*t
no switch, don’t change up
aggression a bi*product of where i came from
protection is why most of us got it raised up
cause we gon’ grow
most of them poor
still dropped the pin
search for patrol
.762’s almost ready to go
itching to do it
he begging to blow
(pewm*pewm)
watch as da beam hop out the ray gun
(loose screws)
n*gga a demon he don’t play much
watch what you say cause my folk go to war
screaming outside of the porch
[pre*chorus: chris patrick]
get the f*ck off my d*ck, ho’
n*ggas love kicking that dirt on my name ’till my brodie come through with that kick door
micheal strahan with the stick
the way they up quick to get up in that blitz mode
get low
please get the f*ck out the way cause you might get your sh*t blown
shipped home
robert downey with the heat

[verse 2: ben reilly]
beam on the stick like i’m scanning for barcodes
putting bullet holes through his car door
wipe the snub nose like a caught cold
it’s only so much you call close
put him in a beam
p*ssy ain’t living up to his imagery
looking all timid, he getting finicky
his guardian angel gon’ want to intervene
your energy a friend of me
this new stick got a hand trigger like [?]
my new wrist got red in it like [?]
i blew chips when i got hot on a challenger
but the whip so cold i can balance it
bound to put a tec on him if he out of bounds
ima do it for respect then i’m about to bounce
if i yell “get back” then get out the crowd
i’m the realest n*gga out n*gga pound for pound
[part ii]

[verse: chris patrick]
i know that you resent me for everything i did and all the times you cried
i did apologized but [?]
[?] inside your eyes
why did you give me all you have knowing this won’t even last?
cause these walls feel like prisons now
serve your time now you’re finally free

- chris patrick lyrics

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