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julio (remix) - lil bam lyrics

[intro]
(dre did it)

[verse 1: lil bam]
draw down like the cops, f*ck n*gga, freeze
run me my f*ck n*gga fee
talkin’ ’bout you trappin’, your sh*t better be cheap
we’ll go ‘cross your head for a p
i got his ho, she down on her knees
like megan thee stallion, a freak
i just cashed out, but it’s like it was free
’cause i ran that back up in a week
dolce gabbana, dior on my feet
my pockets got stung by a bee
i keep the blue with the blue and the pink with the pink
when i spread it, my sh*t lookin’ neat
i rock the d*ckie suit with the ree
got some money, but still in the street
i’m a real avondale n*gga, free bleek
popeyes and reggies, i want somethin’ to eat

[chorus: lil bam]
walk in the room and i smell like the ‘bows
my n*ggas strapped up like girbaud
real pimp sh*t, so i stick to the code
make these hoes get it off the floor
catchin’ plays in the a, julio
all the way down the field ’til i score
ridin’ around gettin’ my d*ck sucked in the ghost
off the perc’, ’bout to run off the road
[verse 2: jucee froot]
flexed up in this b*tch, like i’m striking a pose
no picture, i say that i’m froze
i’m ballin’, i don’t need a goal
i keep a k, i ain’t talkin’ no gold
p*ssy’s so good he’s sellin’ his soul
now he all up under my posts
switchin’ these ho’s like i’m switchin’ my clothes
b*tch i’m a p, i repeat like a quote, woah
droppin’ like hit for a hit
i get that dough, like bricks, yeah
and i be fresher than mint
i drop a bag on the fit, yeah
vvs’ on my wrist
b*tch i’m whippin’ like some bricks, yeah
ho’ be talkin’ all that sh*t
but they won’t talk it to the stick, yeah
lotta choppas, think i’m el chapo
where the street n*ggas at? where the narcos?
only comin’ for the guapo
give a n*gga knot, give a n*gga plane like he macho
i’m drippin’ [?]
these b*tches be sippin’ my drip like a punch bowl
i beat it, like on go
i walk in the room and it drum like a drum roll
[chorus: lil bam]
walk in the room and i smell like the ‘bows
my n*ggas strapped up like girbaud
real pimp sh*t, so i stick to the code
make these hoes get it off the floor
catchin’ plays in the a, julio
all the way down the field ’til i score
ridin’ around gettin’ my d*ck sucked in the ghost
off the perc’, ’bout to run off the road (maybach music)

[verse 3: rick ross]
presidential rolex and it’s gold
where i live at is bigger than lowes (huh)
hundred bricks, i just get on the road
break it down, let it go up your nose
if he ask who i put on the go
fifty rounds, i’ma let this b*tch go
hundred million i made all my goals
but god d*mn, i’m just so mighty close
another p*ssy n*gga got shot down
heinous act by a real n*gga
all you f*ck boys gettin’ boxed out
and i’ma show just how i deal with you
[?] by the d.a
such a threat with my real k!llers
went to war and it’s years later
f*ck n*ggas, they still fear
new watch, another eighty on it (huh)
tom brady, whole label don’t it (huh)
half time, went to carolina
then to maryland, put a razor on it
p*ssy n*gga, never fake opponent
b*tch boy puttin’ makeup on it
beef with me, i’ma wack you, n*gga
still hands on and puttin’ paper on it (maybach music)
[chorus: lil bam & rick ross]
walk in the room and i smell like the ‘bows (huh)
my n*ggas strapped up like girbaud (huh)
real pimp sh*t, so i stick to the code
make these hoes get it off the floor
catchin’ plays in the a, julio (huh)
all the way down the field ’til i score
ridin’ around gettin’ my d*ck sucked in the ghost
off the perc’, ’bout to run off the road
walk in the room and i smell like the ‘bows
my n*ggas strapped up like girbaud
real pimp sh*t, so i stick to the code
make these hoes get it off the floor
catchin’ plays in the a, julio
all the way down the field ’til i score
ridin’ around gettin’ my d*ck sucked in the ghost
off the perc’, ’bout to run off the road

- lil bam lyrics

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