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ham sandwich - everybody trash كلمات أغنية

[intro: ham sandwich]
i heard you just nuked the infantry
man, f_ck you
f_ck, f_ck you
you broke man
f_ck, man, f_ck, i hate you
f_ck, f_ck, f_ck you
i’ma just go
f_ck it

[verse 1: ham sandwich]
ayy (ayy), ayy, one_on_one
tell that n_gga to fight me, these hands is one_of_one
that’s one and done
never fight me fair, that sh_t’s the 101
these honey buns wrapped up in my pockets?
that’s the money fund
the hunny drum attachment on the pistol?
ain’t a dummy gun
these n_ggas trash, we take ’em to the cleaners
toss that boy right down the pit if we ain’t f_ck with his demeanor
’round thesе parts, they sccopin’ n_ggas up off a f_ckin’ misdemeanor
man, on thе other side, i guarantee the grass is always greener
my n_gga, welcome the mosh pit
my n_ggas takin’ hostage
even the air we breathe is toxic
you can run the diagnostics
came up from the slums, i’m bossin’
thought you had it, then you lost it
(guess it wasn’t precious)
you dropped that sh_t and bragged, but now it’s floppin’
(guess it wasn’t pressure)
tried to bring him peace, but he ain’t want it
(guess he want a stretcher)
dressed the nines in sh_t you never seen
(boy, i don’t need a dresser)
walk in the spot and draw so many stares, i feel like mc escher, no mc fresher
thrifted half this sh_t, (y’all know) one man’s treasure
other half is hand_me_downs, this fit is generational
boy, it’s drip or drown
if you ain’t enjin, you gettin’ flooded out
i literally got this sh_t from out the mud, i d_mn near dug it out (i d_mn near dug it out)
on some amo sh_t, these n_ggas sense defeat and get to buggin’ out, uh
[chorus: ham sandwich]
i got trauma, i got drama, let’s get into it
been givin’ all my energy, this pen my vital instrument
it’s bleedin’ through the pages, you see it through the stages
when i see the crowd ignite, the feelin’s simply just amazin’
we all, we got trauma, we got drama, we just tryna move
and they believe that everybody trash, so what you tryna prove?
we know you ain’t above it all, so who you lyin’ to?
and ain’t n0body gon’ save you, who you cryin’ to?

[verse 2: jeesh]
uh, uh, uh, uh (ham sandwich, because i believe with it, the bread comes first)
i told bro to pick a stick
full face on, we finna split
opposition raided the block, that get_back gang is imminent
best believe they vitals’ flat when i conduct this instrument
out here it get stinky bad, don’t let ’em wipe that d_mn nose
i ain’t tryna go out sad, t_they wanna take that man’s soul
heard n0body even asked, i seen folks on death row
like it’s a local f_ckin’ ave, seen some sh_t you can’t know
but i be so d_mn ready, wake up and it’s armagedon
lettin’ that metal rain on foenem block, they thinkin’ it start to drizzle
i’ma climb my way up to the top, i don’t need no f_ckin’ angel
all them stusher boys are gon’ get shot, that’s on my soul, lil’ bredda
i let loose ’em dreadlocks, something in they heads popped
but they still gettin’ heads popped
lightin’ up his hair, nowhere to run, them boys some deadshots
dirty up my kicks, i’m always steppin’ in them mid tops
cut ’em at the legs, i’m reopenin’ wounds, they just stopped
that trauma never hold me
i’ma justify the crashout by, “you was never homie”
what you tryna get into? we all the same down in the booneys
blood a perfect prince for bein’ a d_ck, and p_ssies up there owe me
[outro: jeesh]
f_ck
f_ck you, bro
(f_ck you)
f_ck, f_ck you, bro
(stupid)
you f_ck
stop f_ckin’ talkin’ to me, bro
ain’t sh_t, dumbass motherf_cker (what the f_ck?)
stupid_ass b_tch (golly)
godd_mn (f_ck you)
f_ck (jesus)
the fact that i gotta share the same air with your stupid_ass
i cannot believe this

- ham sandwich

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