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ham sandwich (usa) - don't blow it! كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
(uh, yuh!)
world in the palm of your hands, don’t blow it! (don’t blow it!)
gun c_cked to ya head, don’t blow it! (watch out!)
n_gga’s shook and afraid, don’t show it! (woah, woah!)
bad b_tch really wanna get a taste of my d_ck
in the whip, had to tell her, don’t blow it! (don’t do it!)
even though a n_gga know throat goated!
snakes in the grass gotta mow it, fo’sho it’s!
(ayo oddwin!)

[verse 1: ham sandwich}
(uh, uh, uh)
the motive corrosive, the motion demoted
these n_ggas is losers!
npc’s live in computers
b_tches lookin for suitable suitors
while these n_ggas get dating advice from a f_ckin’ subreddit and super seducer!
thinkin’ beggars deserve to be choosers
and a lot of these n_ggas abusers
if i was a woman, i’d keep me a ruger!
y’all n_ggas gotta do better
i really would rather be givin’ y’all humor
get the f_ck off that lil’ n_gga podcast
they don’t know you, you just a consumer
guarantee that them n_ggas have not smashed
anybody they claiming, its rumors!
whole lotta
lame n_ggas lame n_ggas in the runaround
never going out unless the sun is down!
we gotta
shame n_ggas shame n_ggas when they come around
bend em outta shape until they come around!
it be them
same n_ggas same n_ggas who just wanna sound, off
bout how p_ssy ain’t sh_t, and they don’t want it now!
prolly buy some p_ssy for a hunnit thou
prolly not gon’ understand a n_gga words
and i ain’t finna dumb it down

(stupid!)
i get like half of my hoes on accident!
y’all half assin’ it!
none of y’all passionate!
gas in the blunt, but ain’t none of y’all passin it!
y’all n_ggas gassin’ mid!
i drop a track it’s a massive hit!
mahito, i changed the game, ain’t no patchin it!
had to get me a lil’ breather i’m back in it!
bad b_tches backin it, you know i’m smackin it!

mackin and stackin, you know what the mood is!
n_gga i’m rooted!
no i ain’t movin!
no i ain’t zooted!
no i ain’t booted!
i turn a prudist, into a nudist!
just got a new b_tch
new wrist
new phone, who dis?
too lit!
chill out, cool it!
i put the luis in louis
i put the dewey in do it!
i get ya crew hit!
uh!
i get the sh_t that i need!
interrogate me, it’s the fifth that i plead!
they tried to hypnotize me
with some empty promises
you get what i mean?
this is the sh_t that i bleed!
biggest drake, it can’t fit in my jeans!
i wasn’t lit in my teens
but my life a movie
ain’t no skippin’ my scenes!
press play!
and when the film stop i’ma need an essay!
and you better be ready for the test day!
cuz only one of y’all make it in the best case!
you coming for me, best be comin the correct way!
that’s the direct way, n_gga that’s the best way!
f_ckboy’s think they livin’ in my headsp_ce
on the bed, that’s the b_tches_givin’_head sp_ce!

[chorus]
(yuh!)
world in the palm of your hands, don’t blow it! (don’t blow it!)
gun c_cked to ya head, don’t blow it! (watch out!)
n_gga’s shook and afraid, don’t show it! (woah, woah!)
bad b_tch really wanna get a taste of my d_ck
in the whip, had to tell her, don’t blow it! (don’t do it!)
even though a n_gga know throat goated!
snakes in the grass gotta mow it, fo’sho it’s!
[verse 2: drip$tick]
you ain’t catchin me blowin my shot
but his shawty below bouta blow on the spot!
that hoe offered dome and i told her to stop
but i’m jokin, i’m never not over the top!
reason my slogan is boy wanna talk!
i’m owning you phonies, no phoning with pops!
one shot got ’em movin’ like robocop
pull up on that boy, like its robo, and box!
you never catch me disclosin’ my thoughts
pricy, like this clothing, to show what i got
stop it, why you rappin bout paper?
you not rich
sleep on me with no weight
you a cot, b_tch!
why you talkin bout hits?
you don’t got sh_t
ham and drip with the drop
you caught slippin’

all my music miguel with the hot rhythm
and my burner like burter, it’s mach kickin!
i don’t like to talk, i could tell a b_tch word like microsoft!
fortnite sh_t, how i’m offin his team
then i’m coppin’ that v, no item shop!
why he talk about this? i don’t even give a sh_t
i’ma burn a lil bridge, i’m the final boss!
king koopa in this sh_t, you a goomba in the mix
you loomin near the crib, b_tch i’ma stomp!
(okay!)
dandadan way i’ve been seeing things
thinkin’ it’s esp, it’s gettin’ spooky!
speakin on drip its a guillotine
chop get to swingin’, i’ll leave em a two piece
see his circle is roomy
i kick it with loop
not no losers and groupies! (b_tch!)
soon as i blew up the newbies want claim that they knew me
they take me as stupid, sh_t!

- ham sandwich usa

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