Famalam

Bad-boy tunes, sick lyrics, words, and chords

I don't smoke herbs, outside parked up next to the curb

I got a matte black suped-up turbs

Full-time, private plane, race and win

Walls and rims, I used to cotch it in Tatums and Pimms

Now I jam in a recliner ting, yeah

Bad-boy whip, soon I'm gonna have a bad-boy yard

I spit deep lyrics from my bad boy lip

And I get all my P from grime, hard

What, say somethin', say somethin', I big up my chest

I say I'm the best, 'cause mans been doin' this ting from way back

When I used to wear two-string vest

Trust me, Famalam, mash up the whole party when I land

Don't try come clash me badaman, you must'a had Jack Dee's anagram

Trust me, Famalam, mash up the whole party when I land

Don't try come clash me badaman, you must'a had Jack Dee's anagram

Deep bass, bad-boy bars, lights and mics, crowds and hype

Skep's on the left, Frisco on the right, trust me, you don't wanna fight

Full squad, big man ting, champs and glass

Triple A pass, let one stager mash up the dance

One hand in the air like you're in class, yeah

Boy better know, soon I'm gonna have a whole net ting

Business man with a bad-boy flow, and I get all my P from Grime, cha-ching

Safe, speak up, speak up, I big up my chest, I say I'm the best

'Cause mans been doin' this ting from I used to play Street Fighter2 on the Snes

Trust me, Famalam, mash up the whole party when I land

Don't try come clash me badaman, you must'a had Jack Dee's anagram

Trust me, Famalam, mash up the whole party when I land

Don't try come clash me badaman, you must'a had Jack Dee's anagram

Trust me, Famalam, mash up the whole party when I land

Don't try come clash me badaman, you must'a had Jack Dee's anagram

Trust me, Famalam, mash up the whole part when I land

Don't try come clash me badaman, you must'a had Jack Dee's

Okay, you wanna look in my boat, fine

You're through reason I wrote this rhyme

Yo' man a baders, man a badman

Man I ain't seen a five pound note in time

Yo, you can't diss a friend of mine, trust me

You don't wanna cross this line

Don't think you can stand in the background

Of the video ad-libbin' next mans rhyme

Slap, do you think I'm dumb, tried to boy me

Nah, that can't run, yo, you're lucky

The old JME, bun at you just like Jamaican rum

'Cause you got your name in your Nike Air Dunks

'Cause you got your name on your Air Force ones

You can have your name on your Reebok Pumps

Don't think you can ever diss man once, serious