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neighborhood gangster - bamas funeral كلمات أغنية

__[intro: whispered like a horror movie villain]__
shhh… listen…
you hear that?
that’s the sound of your f_ckin’ career… dyin’
(_evil laughter_)
welcome to h_ll, bama
“she ain’t comin’ back from this one.”

__[verse 1]__
bama barker, daddy’s lil’ charity case, (_pathetic_)
living off scr_ps, hollywood’s disgrace, (_leeaach!_)
runnin’ from your shadow but your daddy’s name too big
only time you trend is when you flashin’ wigs. (_clown!_)
you a headline flop, tabloid punchin’ bag
even tmz like, “this girl just sad.” (_d_mn!_)
lipo, botox, filters — still dead behind the eyes
i’m the storm in your cloudless f_ckin’ skies. (_boom!_)

__[hook]__
this bama’s funeral — no flowers, no love, (_nah!_)
just grave dirt rainin’ from the skies above, (_shovel sounds_)
buried alive, b_tch, ain’t no afterlife
you glued to the floor — welcome to the knife

__[skit: graveyard sounds, faint wind, dirt hitting coffin]__
(_gravedigger voice_)
“yeah, yeah… toss her in, boys
ain’t n0body comin’ to visit this grave.”
“she lived off daddy, died off clout.” (_spits_)

__[verse 2]__
hollywood mannequin, l.a.’s plastic queen, (_plastic!_)
daddy buys you clout but can’t buy self_esteem, (_ouch!_)
your spotify streams just echo in the void
even soundcloud rappers lookin’ at you annoyed. (_d_mn!_)
twerkin’ like you 30 when you barely past teen
whole career built off drama and fake scenes, (_reality tv!_)
you a barbie knock_off, big lots energy
while i’m carving your name in this cemetery

__[hook]__
this bama’s funeral — no prayers, no grace, (_nah!_)
just tears, dirt, and a hollow sp_ce
buried alive, ain’t no comin’ back, (_gone!_)
your whole life’s a horror fl!ck — fade to black. (_cut!_)

__[skit: coffin slamming shut, chains tightening]__
(_sinister whisper_)
“night_night, bama…
tell daddy i said hi when you hit rock bottom.”
“oh nooo, the comments are so mean!” (_evil laugh_)

__[bridge: aggressive, whispered delivery]__
i’m the shadow in your room when the lights go out
the voice in your head screamin’ doubt
six feet under but you buried yourself
fame can’t save you when you shelf yourself. (_game over_)

__[outro: flatline sound, wind howling]__
(_cold tone_)
black dress, black he_rs_, black cloud above
bama’s funeral…
no one left to love
(_beat fades into eerie silence_)

- neighborhood gangster

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