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bub styles - jamboree كلمات أغنية

[intro: bub styles]

this sh_t sound like the last sh_t playin’ on the crime scene
right before christopher maloney shows up
go!

[verse 1: bub styles]

i’m lookin’ like a jewish denzel (hands up)
plus size model with my penthouse, you on the bench still
the vacuum pack didn’t stand a chance to keep the stench still (stink)
sicko, i french kiss the blood off the fresh k!ll (i’m a sick motherf_cker)
the carrot count kobe number (24!)
the shoddy bangs sound like rollin’ thunder
the opposition business goin’ under (woo!)
that plot to stick me was a foldin’ blunder
the watch color p_ssy, now your b_tch miss me
beggin’ me to go fund her (h_ll no!)
i would never, good denims, good leathers
my tims not gon’ stop, stompin’ them vans
till they cover every checker (p_ssy!)
gotta custy look like chubby checker
her p_ssy tight till bubby wrecked her (i was all in that sh_t)
then it cl!cked her
this puto had me dyin’ when he tried to step in my sector
i had to put that flex on a stretcher (f_ck outta here!)
you corn b_lls want war, they get washed
that’s par for the course (i expect it)
finish the fourth course, pulled off of the porch (scurrrrr!)
[hook: bub styles]

my dunny’s hammer sound like tambourines
your squad get packed in like a can of peas (peas)
i’m on the beach with a boar’s head logo canopy (fly)
every time the pack touch, my block a jamboree (it’s a celebration)
my dunny’s hammer sound like tambourines (ping_ping_ping)
your squad get packed in like a can of peas (p_ssy)
you never witnessed so much glamour, g (not never)
every time the pack touch, my block a jamboree

[verse 2: sha hef]

i wave the ship in the handlin’ (i got you)
turn the building to the carter
the fiends lookin’ like mannequins
steady watchin’ out for taz
when you on point like a javelin (watch out)
trappin’ out ice cream trucks
the bricks under the paneling (facts)
put a muzzle on the chop
so they can’t hear when it’s ramblin’ (ha!)
only hustlers in the spot
we bettin’ bricks when we gamblin’ (bricks when we gamblin’)
down to my last sip and this the first sh_t i’m scramblin’ (sh_t)
my college b_tch told me it’s lit
they need some bricks down in gramblin’
for real though, let’s get it
i give a hot b_tch d_ck with no apologies (what?)
said i need head, she left my bread with a lobotomy
i knew my psalm was a sk!ll without astrology (really though)
move so much dog food, they tried to collar me (f_ck 12!)
can’t be f_cked with, you don’t gotta ask (you don’t gotta ask)
got that addy to a spot, now he don’t gotta stash (f_ck ’em)
run you up in rings, sh_t, you don’t gotta crash
eight yard with the beans
but it don’t got the flash (nah!)
[hook: bub styles]

my dunny’s hammer sound like tambourines
your squad get packed in like a can of peas
i’m on the beach with a boar’s head logo canopy
every time the pack touch, my block a jamboree (it’s a celebration)
my dunny’s hammer sound like tambourines (ping_ping_ping)
your squad get packed in like a can of peas (p_ssy)
you never witnessed so much glamour, g (not never)
every time the pack touch, my block a jamboree

- bub styles

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