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sam lachow – 80 bars part 6 كلمات اغاني

[intro]
ah jeez louise!
uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-ow!

[verse 1]
i hope you brought an open heart without the drama
i hope you brought your homies, hope you brought your mama
knew i didn’t have to make a part 6, but i gotta
so i’ma hit ’em with the (la da dada da)
i hope you hop the last train out
and you pack the champagne for the champagne drought
corny, ignore ’em, man if they’re shady we let ’em in
huckleberry in the buildin’, welcome ladies and gentlemen

[verse 2]
you think i’m tricking? well i ain’t tripping
you thinking i’m joking, the h-ll you smoking? my book’s open
sammy back and you better believe it
ask me if i’m real and i say, “really, really, really, really, really, really, real-ly!”
learned to drive on the capitol hill streets
i learned how to freestyle from bumpin’ from real beats
you feel me? you better, coming for the cheddar, hoo
-scats-
what you talking ’bout?
hit the quick little drum solo, i’m rocking out
i’m eating good, i’m paying my bills, learning to cook, i bought me a couch, sh-t
still do my laundry at my mama’s house

[verse 3]
i want more like it’s oliver twist
i pop the top like gas station bottles of mix
holler at black umbrella, i’m feeling like makavelli
remind me of grade eleven like i was chopping a swisher, uh
back, back in the building with something evil
not really a tough guy but sheit, i’m not a punk either
so you heard i can party, well that’s how some see it
eleven and a half out of eleven on the fun meter
i got people, a capitol block hero
i know some hipsters in brooklyn, long island, i got guidos
these days i been eating oysters and pair ’em with white vino
i’m picky but still got love for some mickey’s and hot cheetos and goodies

[verse 4]
under the hood of my black hoodie
in my pocket got a bag of barrels tied in a knot, and i promise
i got enemies, got a lot of haters
but the party popping so i’m popping party favors
am i ready? you know how i do it, i’m used to it
you dummy, the baddest bee get the honey
apparently you think you’re funny
you ain’t funny, i’ll show you what funny is
funny is when you act like you don’t know where the money went (yikes)
somewhere ’round the corner, my partners, we ride (bikes)
up and down the avenue, a left on (pike)
hittin’ big mario’s almost every d-mn (night)
(ri-ri-ri-right, ri-ri-ri-right)

[verse 5]
80 bars part 6, did i forget to mention?
young seattle, brought up in the central district
there’s a hustle out the window, better cut cl-ss
huck’s back
we lost a lot of brilliance losing robin williams
when i have a kitten, i’ma name him alan rickman
a puerto rican baby keep talking to me like
“eres para mi, yo soy para ti,” ha
i could be up for like three days in a row
i might be off on a bender but never late for a show
listen, believe it or not, i’ve been me from the start
i need a second to breathe so i can speak from the heart

[verse 6]
this is the part where i tell the truth and admit
that i went one day before breaking my new year resolution
and fun fact, i feel like a drunk -ssh0l-
hiding my habits from her, she thinks she’s above that
now that huckleberry kid’s on the loose and i’m running rampant
she thinks she’s the first person to call me a drug addict
get in line
maybe next time, clementine, but the devil is a friend of mine
sometimes i think i’m way too honest on my tracks
i’ll stuff my problems in bottles and pour ’em all on my raps
i think i might be a wild child, i’m evil and proud
but at least i know one thing’s for certain, i keep it a thou’
i was stressing, my cousin gave me some meth and i took it
then i confessed that i done it, sh-t, i was stressed out and drunk
and at the best western and f-cked to turn all the stress and the trouble
into some s-xin’ and f-cking someone i met on the internet, wow!
how the h-ll i end up right here and now?
i guess what happens in walla walla stays in this weird town
and so a book of poems was my birthday present
another hangover’s a perfect lesson
so now i feel like less of a man
it hurts to say but i’m still completely addicted to xans
the only people i keep it one hundred with is my fans
sh-t, i’m getting too d-mn deep, let’s play that gucci mane beat

[verse 7]
careful, this part is no love letter
i love to stir the pot up, i’m known to ruffle feathers
careful, dare you, i just like to rap and push bundles of barrels
i’m terrible, a black umbrella’s my summer apparel
the moon is out, i think tonight i’m becomin’ a werewolf
so i hope you love getting choked out and your hair pulled
she got a freak side or i’ll bring it out
said bring your friend, she said three’s a crowd
she told me right when i met her to write about her in a rap
i told maybe that’d be better to give me somethin’ to think about– -gasps-

[outro]
enough, enough now

- sam lachow

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