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c1 - beam lyrics

[intro]

[?]

[hook]
i+i+i need a beam on the dance (on the dance)
we alw+we always have the last laugh
i ain’t running down nuttin with the rotty on blast (never that)
creep up and watch the gang bombard
he got shot point+blank cause the yutes too fast (crud)
i’m like stone cold breaking glass (bap)
sweet little cutie, love shaking her ass
they don’t wanna ride they ain’t taking the chance (never)

[verse]
4×4 with four waps (uh), leave his whole brains on the doormat
gangsh+t, konez got smoked plus four man (safe)
lt, gang sh+t the gyal dem adore man (love it)
running down yutеs and they’re screaming out no
wе got another drop so now we’re loading up poles (cl!ck, clack)
i ain’t ever bringing smoke to my home
you little mad+man, i can get you smoked on your own
i been w++++ road, i been ++++ close
i’m from lower tulse, they ain’t coming to my zone
talking bout guns you ain’t ever held a mash
double barrel chest shot put him on his back like
and if you’re talking bout wormo, they ain’t ever getting back (no)
free reload you really done a n+gga bad (free him up)
talk with no goals and they’re preeing like fans (safe)
once upon a time it was free my n+gga kapz
once upon a time it was free my n+gga latts
cute face, sweet ass, throw it back and watch it clap (clap, clap)
yeah i really put the hilly on the map
i’m with sgram swerving, the tires dem burning
the redeye’s not working, they say i don’t deserve it (ay)
old men running down kids like herbert (tiring)
it’s real life over here we ain’t rehearsing (no)
trust who?
i’m only looking out for certains
f+ck who?
i bet we pull up and it’s worth it (bap, bap)
firm it, bbl b+tches love twerking
i don’t wanna hear that the whips not working (no)
envy and jealousy, i bet they all remember me (mmm)
i don’t wanna buy what you’re selling me (nope)
i don’t even wanna hear what you’re telling me
this is c1, different type of melody (live)
.357 had to hide it in the cemetery (hide it)
told my sweet one that she ain’t getting rid of me (how)
how you always wanna scream and belittle me (uh)
never been france, never been italy (never)
say she want some yard food but we ain’t going tickle me (nope)
shooters on the hill, and i got shooters up in tivoli (up in yard)
slip and get done, the bine’s bitter like [?]
[hook]
i need a beam on the dance (i need a beam on the dance)
we always have the last laugh (safe)
i ain’t running down nuttin with the rotty on blast (bap, bap)
creep up and watch the gang bombard
he got shot point+blank cause the yutes too fast (too fast)
i’m like stone cold, breaking glass (ay)
sweet little cutie, love shaking her ass
they don’t wanna ride they ain’t taking the chance (no)

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