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bambu - coffee in my left lyrics

yeah
uh
aye+yo

walking through the smog square mindin’ my own
f+ck that feudal ass sh+t i hawk and spit on that throne
this for that broke mothaf+cka tryna scr+pe together pennies
babies having babies before babies even ready
in my neighborhood it’s common youngins move around with caution
they shoot around the key like round robin’ for your wallet
walking around with empty pockets tryna eyeball me a target
fully loaded stollin’ [?] on the red carpet
authentic, and you pretended to be a fool
now you move like ruby miles and i’ll snap your leg in two
and i punch like adrien broner, pop a punk outta his shoes

one+two one+two yo

coffee in my left hand, [?] in my right
i’m always ready for the throw+down, fist like a lead pipe
i’m good, when i’m in venice i [?]
two tone, what up homes? all of my sundalos say it
lighter light the tip up let me breathe it in correct hold that smoke inside my chest +coughs+

pour a couple sips away for my people who fought death
pour a couple sips away for my people who fought death
i got a couple stacks in my pocket homeboy i’m lost
i got a very shiny chain around my neck and i’m lost
i told my _____ she better chill with all that trip and i’m lost
i put a grand on pac+man my man, i straight lost
a couple in my pocket homeboy i’m lost
i got a very shiny chain around my neck, i’m lost
i told my _____ she better chill with all that trip, i’m lost

i got an email full if feature requests in my inbox
trust i ain’t complainin’, i’m gettin’ failure off of hip+hop
big c+ck, bam+bam, big glock, blam blam
sh+t pop, i got six shots and i don’t shoot like a pig cop
aim straight (boo+yah)
you shoot like george lukas’s stormtroopers with smudges on their eye shields (woo+ha)
soul assassins, wild animals pacin’ the yard
my crew full of scr+ppers, piece the skinhead raw
the big homie, skin, told me to be straight up
these industry motherf+ckers only worry about gettin’ famous

the letters on my back rep that smog
loyalty to my turf, i was raised like a dog
i could flip a balisong, cut of your elong
and flip it back, shut it, and shove it back in my [?]

[?] while you sign for co+signs to be popular
now these thirsty rappers is payin’ for twitter followers
dyin’ of thirst
dyin’ of thirst
and instagram modeling is the f+cking worst
i’m independent down to my socks
while you rap about how you finna make it, hommie stop

- bambu lyrics

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