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beem! - garp lyrics

[chorus]
they wanna try me but i got some guards
they wanna pop me but i got some arms
smoke so much weed i should own me a farm
luffy with me got me feeling like garp
flawless spaghettis adjacent i’m facing a blunt of jamaican vacation a star in the making i do what i want and i buy what i want ’cause my money belated

[verse 1]
i’m faded inside of the jet with my baby
i call her my baby but she ain’t my baby
she know what it is when i’m busting her open
closet too stuffed man i can’t even close it
drinking on medical this sh+t is potent
pass me the blunt but i can’t even hold
you better buy it if you bust it opеn
quarter pound hung on the tree like an ornamеnt
mink on my coat ’cause i know it’ll storm again
turn on some anime heard she a fan of me
come top me up while i hunter x hunter
i called up my slime ’cause he really a gunner
b+tches they want me ’cause i am a stunner
money come dirty and clean and we still watch it stack
when we take a vaycay in the summer
he still don’t get no money that is a bummer
chanel on my feet imma lace up my runners
my bro got a drum but he isn’t a drummer
these goofy’s turn b+tch for a little bit of drama
i got a vvs audemars up on my wrist
i ain’t broke i still got me some commas
i got some new real estate and i’m letting it build
’til i pass it right down to my momma
she a lil freak when she ride on the d+ck
my diamonds too cold they be making her sick
i’m in the telly i’m counting my money
and she was half naked while rolling my spliff
i think imma fill her mouth up with my kids
i gotta work so i’m leaving the crib
and she kinda mad that i’m making my way out
but i already told her it is what it is
manicure pedicure shawty whatever
take twenty racks and go get you some leather
i do it good and he can’t ’cause i’m better
we got choppas on choppas i’m talking vendettas
taking my time with your b+tch and she love how i hit when i grab and i f+ck from the back
in her new purse yeah i got my beretta
she ready to pop it who you think you testin’
i guess i would f+ck her but i wouldn’t date her
i can’t rely on that b+tch for a favor
my chef bringing steak all my food it be catered
before you hop in the party you signing this waver
[chorus]
they wanna try me but i got some guards
they wanna pop me but i got some arms
smoke so much weed i should own me a farm
luffy with me got me feeling like garp
flawless spaghettis adjacent i’m facing a blunt of jamaican vacation a star in the making i do what i want and i buy what i want ’cause my money belated

- beem lyrics

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