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bawal clan - 4 door honda lyrics

verse 1: mnl$:

this is what am i though
i’m that strange -ss dude who likes to talk to f-cking strangers
i’m like curry with the handles
more like a footwork fanatic and i promise i’m a handful
see this is what i am though
i rock nike socks up with any colored vans though
i sang chorus and i am baritone
seen jerry rice in the end zone
summer walker in my headphones
i tried to bboy but my legs swole
i’m like a footwork fanatic and i promise i’m a handful
i want cream cheese on my bagel
mo 16s for the clan though
i spit a f-cking tantrum
i tell god i’m f-cking thankful
the philosopher from san jo
my momma thinks i’m handsome
you see my momma’s eyes is hazel
please forgive me for what i am though
this is what i am though

hook: oj river:

(2x)
pull up on the block like rambo
ridin’ 4 door f-ck a lambo
this is what i am though
this is what i am though
posted on the block like i can’t go

verse 2: lex luthoor:

walking tall and loud so be free to get me twisted
all you do is bark, go get you a doggy biscuit
middle finger don’t you act like you missed it
pulled up on the block and on my block you cannot kick it
let me stick em, four doors i flip em
roll with different colors but the black one on the weekends
roaming h-lla reckless cuz the charges don’t be sticking
homies never careless with the tool we got it clicking
listen! here is what you missing!
weave yourself a noose and kick the stool from down the kitchen
you drinking too much booze and now your brain cells non-existent
i gave you all the clues and you a gangsta, why you b-tching?
this is what i am though
dark skin, long money and my hands got no shackles
this is who i am bro
blood diamonds in my skin and oil money in the bank yo!

verse 3: rjay ty:
yeah the flow too sick, words that i spit stay lit, wealth is of the mind too rich
i could give two sh-ts, pull up on ya block too quick, pocket full of flames too thick
bet you know me slick, nah this ain’t no low-key diss, trust me this’ll get you hit
in the bag two zips, never tell me that you need two hits, don’t you ask me ask your og b-tch
when i shoot no tricks, water water splash no bricks, run it up you need to get your shoe fixed
this that brand new sh-t, bawal bawal in the house crew thick, fresher fresher in your ear q-tips
f-ck a lame bootleg, you don’t know me nah we ain’t cool kid, pasay city that’s some real hood sh-t, hit the gas view rear
mirror keep it clean view clear, circle small i only got a few peers, clan just way too rare

hook: oj river:

(3x)
pull up on the block like rambo
ridin’ 4 door f-ck a lambo
this is what i am though
this is what i am though
posted on the block like i can’t go

- bawal clan lyrics

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