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armageddon - jamesy! lyrics

[chorus: jamesy!]
i don’t wanna talk ’cause i’m finna make a bag
bad b*tch on my left, louie v all black
put a thirty*inch clip on the motherf*ckin’ mac
i don’t wanna talk ’cause i’m countin’ all these stacks (b*tch)
green haired b*tch, i’mma hit it from the back
i know that they love me ’cause i got the f*ckin’ sack
i just wanna f*ck ’cause she lookin’ like a snack
i don’t wanna f*ck ’cause i’m finna make a bag

[verse 1: jamesy!]
check the price, b*tch (whoa)
please don’t hit my line if you lookin’ for advice, b*tch
i ain’t really f*ckin’ with you n*ggas like a ****, b*tch (what)
you just tryna ride on the wave like a bike, b*tch
n*ggas ain’t as hard as you think
you know a n*gga drip like a sink
askin’ if i’m ’bout it, what you think? (ask)
you know a n*gga hard like a kink (wait, what?)
pull up with a coat, it’s a mink (squeak, squeak)
n*ggas roll out like a rink
lance bass, n*gga, ’cause we in sync [n*sync]
please clean your act, ’cause n*gga, you stink
(talk to ’em ‘kazi)
[verse 2: kamikaze’s endless & jamesy!]
all of these b*tches afraid of me
all of them wanna talk sh*t on me
managing vanity, managing sanity
hang in the gallows then i lay to rest all my vices
under the old willow tree, weaponary draftee
sailing the ol’ north sea, b*tches ask what i see?
ultraviolet, 3d
ganzfeld hallucinations got me seeing shadows under palm trees
pistol whip em for a fee with a gun i don’t even f*cking have
watch these b*tches run and flee (watch ’em flee)
stayed home for a night, sippin’ on some sprite
snoozin’ while i’m tryna write, me getting idolized
kazi ain’t civilized, neither even advertised
mostly just despised, never really equalized
there i go, f*cked up again
there was nothing that i gained
all just a waste of time
all just a waste of time (yuh, haha)

[chorus: jamesy!]
i don’t wanna talk ’cause i’m finna make a bag
bad b*tch on my left, louie v all black
put a thirty*inch clip on the motherf*ckin’ mac
i don’t wanna talk ’cause i’m countin’ all these stacks (b*tch)
green haired b*tch, i’mma hit it from the back
i know that they love me ’cause i got the f*ckin’ sack
i just wanna f*ck ’cause she lookin’ like a snack
i don’t wanna f*ck ’cause i’m finna make a bag
[outro: jamesy!]
sh*t, i f*cked up the lyrics, it’s still lit though, haha

- jamesy lyrics

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