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december's finest - dropping bams lyrics

[produced by loudboy, dozydose]

[hook: btyler]
oh my god
bam bam bee-lam
hahahaha
hey will you p-ss that here?
oh sh-t, my phone!
igh

[verse 1: btyler]
uh! bty, born three days before 1990
whoda thought i’d grow up writing and end up rhyming?
wanna chill out every night but i just can’t stop fighting
all the mind-f-cking thoughts that make me wanna stop trying, but
f-ck that, i bust back, you dumb cats can’t back up
the price tags and handbags, that dumb sh-t just stacks up
the granddads your fans had would probably crack up
at the verses you produce and tell you d-cks to get your facts up
you don’t hear the finest only stunting in our verses
you’re only cutting the worstest, we put you f-cks up in he-rs-s
memorizing these lines so we’re k!lling all the rehearsals
and lacing inside (mmm) my greatest spells and curses (d-mn)
so you hear a track once, and instantly become addicted
but your friends and fam hate, so your mind becomes conflicted
so you try to hate to love the way our music is restricted
but the way we are scripted shows how we’re just so unpredictable!

[hook: sweffy barr]
d! f! tba!
(bty!)
sweff-sweffy-sweff-sweffy!
barr! (sweffy barr!) that’s my name! (december’s finest!)
(yo, you write it down this time!?)
yeah, i think i did, actually
oh, hang on a second, though, let me check
(betta take the heads off these b-tches, sweff)
oh, i’m pretty sure i will, but, okay
yeh, i did find it, i have it written down
all right, here we go

[verse 2: sweffy barr]
i’m unpredictably lyrical while i’m out here in harlem
i’m so insane in the brain that they tried to lock me in arkham
i just hit up the booth, and proceed with the slaughter
of lame rappers, polite and raw on the beat, like it was their daughters
d-mn you thought you were fly, but you’re caught in my web
(you’re in my web bro)
sorry, i’m spider-man, peter parking all these b-tches to death
words words words, waiting for the punchline you haven’t said
feeling like ice cube wondering if we are there yet?
(are we there yet, seriously?)
gonna start making tracks from all the bullets i sweat
and yeh, all the regrets nevertheless become more than a paycheck
realizing that, money doesn’t compare to the level of respect
while i neglect, while visually waiting, debating on what isn’t created
concentrations and patience will be the reason we make it
we’re rappers, you’re actors, the difference is that you fake it
so if i didn’t tell you, you need a reminder
we’re the coldest of december, and yes, they call us the finest

[hook]
hm… yup! d-f-t-b-a! what?!
(okay so now it’s time for a cigarette)
do not forget to be awesome, people. (chyeh!)
yuh! sweffy barr, bty!
you guys just witnessed a murder…
yuh! yuh! yuh! sweff!

[beat leads into [[fusion dance]]]

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