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80 bars part 5 - sammy lachow lyrics

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ham and eggs for breakfast check it off my checklist

write song about it, number 7 on my set list

xanax bars and netflix candy corn and sexting

and the morning put a breath mint in the stinky b-tch’s mouth

5’4″ type booty keep the slinky b-tches out

hand you pictures out feel em up fill up a cup

hand me the loud weed gonna need another gram in an hour

that’s why they call me sa-a-am-a-a-am-my lachowder

ha that’s my own d-mn name

and listen now i’ll beat you at your own d-mn game

take a puff of the spliff and if you k!ll it you fill it

take a – take a little bit of the pill and feel it in minutes

ooowwww (oowww)

drugs, cigarillo residue on carpet and rugs

that’s how i end on the mountain top and down for mud

yeah you can get a pound of bud but you gotta start with a nug

the song we all sang

karaoke jammin to all the small things

took a xanax forgot just how i miss my chance

i still miss you like i miss this band you used to tell me

imma party boy, i sorta am

now you’re getting mad because i text you at 4 a.m

now i miss the days where we fuck in your orange van

you knew exactly what to do when it came to a horny sam

d-mn, and i think not many do

i drink the henny listen to blink 182

think before i do delinquent any crew

nothing can replace the things you let me do

i miss you miss you the last time i kissed you

we were just little kids, just doin whatever kids do

but don’t bring the past around girl

and don’t make me bring the nasty out girl

cause i’ll cast you out girl

don’t make me bring the caskets out girl

slumber party put a mattress down for you baby

don’t make me bring the nasty out girl

hit the party just to lick the party

and now we come to parties just to run the party

call me sc-mbag sammy i’ll come baggy pajamies

round round round fatty going down town daddy

border prolly busy pushin becky in the v

i’m not making sense but shit’s catchy on the beat

she said she wanted me she said she’d let me get in deep

it’s getting messy she a dressy kind of sketchy? i agree

i’m a skinny 5’10 mother fucker

if you didn’t know me you’d think i was a sucker or something

i’m slow rider though seattle a buick fuck it i’m b-mping

you hear that clucker that clucking that means the juggler is jumping

last night fell asleep with a slut now i admit it

great tits big b-tt, personality sucked

i woke up eww when reality struck

like fuck i’ve chilling in seattle too much

i got my burberry pajamas on

this goes out to brunettes who want a blonde – i want your pajamas off

my hair is shaggy one might say it pot head long

and my rap sheet stretches on and on and on

rummpa-dum-dum stole the jumpa jump

from producers i used to get the skunkadunk from

my weed’s legal my pocket’s empty

my sings a libra

your hair’s black your jeans tight and i’m dying to meet you

maybe, if i, rap, sorta like this, would you run and make your mommas momma order my shit? enough of that

ever since i was little high off a bong i was like dust in the wind

hanging onto a dream for dear life, here, right now, in the middle of a drugged out house wow

can’t believe i bought another ounce, how? look how my future is turning out, ouch

stuck up on the days couch lounging still didn’t know how to pronounce lachowder

pick the beat i’m rapping to in front of a million people in the back of a buick

i’m a real -ss dude i just happens to be, all that matters to you is all that matters to me

we could talk about a birth sign, have a rare steak with dessert wine

see on the side of a ride with my third eye making part five feel like it’s the first time hah

- sammy lachow lyrics

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