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beamon – kanyeswiredjaw lyrics

[verse 1: beamon]
f-ck up out my face boy
ima show you how to rock boy
put this mirror to your face
and show you what you not boy
skinny n-gga but i’m running sh-t
i’ll get you dropped boy
rottweiler you not liver
drop you in this lava
her saliva , on my johnson boy
i’m your father
red dot em head, shot em
b-tch i’ll stove top em way hotter
maybach em take the top off em
track k!ller beam god finna blast at ya
rottweiler drop down let the god pop ya
godzilla f-ck that i’m the town k!ller
fake n-ggas, that’s why i can’t be around n-ggas
flames hittin, bang tracks n-gga blake griffin
thanksgiving on his corpse we gone feast on it

[refrain]
blank shots
never that
we hot got only flame
blank shots
never that
we hot got only flame
blank shots
never that
we hot got only flame

[verse 2: beamon]
no blank shots
only reggie miller in this b-tch
k!ll the summer
so we gotta bring the winter in this b-tch
we the midwest
got j dilla in this b-tch
we the midwest
n-gga got young dylan in this b-tch
im a young cold n-gga
chinchilla on my wrist
think he mad cause
he got young dylan in his b-tch
and we got codes no nintendos
f-ck yo b-tch boy she get low
can’t phone home call me carter
that’s beast mode what you call that?
oh god d-mn boy you caught her
that b-tch was out her bout it
my wolf be out here barkin
while that f-ck boy just talkin
that head shot fena spark him
b-tch boy want war with t-tan
b-tch boy want war with beam god
i’ll leave his jaw wired
b-tch boy we’ll call you kanye
you switch up like you kanye
he gone hear this track its gone be a long day
this a f-ck what all my haters be on day
all of my followers
middle fingers up
to all of you nut swallowers
p-ssed off cause you just not as raw as us
and i think they mad cause they only drop flops
say it to my face ima leave your top dropped
ima put him on the floor and let my skinny limbs mop him
50 cent sh-t n-gga many men drop him
heavy flow n-gga call me manning with a bullet
f-ckin mainstream poodles ima call them n-ggas pudding
ima leave your city ruined ima pretty n-gga booming
high school b-tches hatin on my d-ck make me lose it

[refrain]
got a gold chopper n-gga call me james bond
got a gold chopper n-gga call me james bond
got a gold chopper n-gga call me james bond

[verse 3: trippythakid]
007 i’m k!llin all you odd jobs
yeah you got money but p-ssy you could get robbed
n0body want it with trip the kid and his squad
me an the beamon feelin like i’m dreamin
living on weekend
workin til i’m bleed
everything here felt perfect, perfect
only know me on the surface
worthless on the inside
but k!llin it on the outside
rollin up on a mile drive
switch it up on a long ride
f-ck 5 0 i don’t hide
people wanna think i’m so fly
trippy be the man but don’t lie
tryna get the clout that i’m getting in a minute but i’m working on my self y’all don’t vibe
tryna get the pesos
get a winnebago
whip around the country cause we doin what i say so
trippy gotta lay low
gotta make the play dough
everybody talkin while i’m sippin on a faygo
filling it up wit thc
got that syrup, i ain’t sipping on lean
out in colorado gettin weed for the free
i don’t need beef but my homie got a piece
i just want peace smoking blunts wit my team
what you wanting from me
if you really really bout it you would want what i need
you don’t want what i see

[outro]
when i die
i will multiply
y’all will feel my high
come inside
come inside my mind
i think you will find
what i write simply comes to mind
every single time
f-ck yo chill
i will chill next time
even if it’s too late b-tch you still a two face

- beamon lyrics

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