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james wames - blue sand lyrics

[intro]
(f+cking james wames)

[chorus: james wames]
f+ck a b+tch
then my helmet started glitching
always off the sh+ts
when i’m whipping in the kitchen
in the lab
i’m going mad
still sad
i’m feeling bad
got like
60 xans in my stomach
fetty up my face
its like a awful lotta bumps and
blue sand
i’m dead dummy
throwing up from all of these drugs
inside of my tummy

[verse 1: james wames]
b+tches looking at my page
you never f+ck about me gave
i’m rolling up gas
in front these mid ass smokers
and i’m rolling it i’m doing it
i’m doing it to face it
if i roll up its that real fine
it’s that nice i’m on cloud 9
i ain’t got fish scale
but b+tches wearing fishnets
i know she on slurp alert
so i gave her slurp dessert
gave her slurp dessert
[chorus: james wames]
f+ck a b+tch
then my helmet started glitching
always off the sh+ts
when i’m whipping in the kitchen
in the lab
i’m going mad
still sad
i’m feeling bad
got like
60 xans in my stomach
fetty up my face
its like a awful lotta bumps and
blue sand
i’m dead dummy
throwing up from all of these drugs
inside of my tummy

[verse 2: futr ruuster]
i’m feeling down
i need to cheer up
put blue sand inside my nose
to make me clear up
i’m in bed feeling depressed
sipping syrup
i’ll leave yo kid dead on yo porch
to watch you tear up
when its dark and its night
i start sniffing white
that lil cracker acting tough
i know he won’t fight
don’t you get too close
cuz yes i will bite
pull up on him with the pipe
and knock out his lights
(b+tch!)
still sad, still mad
see that cracker on the corner
i’ma f+cking drug that
“man ruuster that’s f+cked up
you’re so above that”
i don’t care bout how you feel
lil b+tch f+ck that
if i up my f+cking gat
duck down run back
“k!lling innocent cats
who the h+ll does that?”
i ain’t worried bout all that b+tch
where the f+ck the plug at?
see that devil painting b+tch
i think that i’ve become that
[chorus: james wames]
f+ck a b+tch
then my helmet started glitching
always off the sh+ts
when i’m whipping in the kitchen
in the lab
i’m going mad
still sad
i’m feeling bad
got like
60 xans in my stomach
fetty up my face
its like a awful lotta bumps and
blue sand
i’m dead dummy
throwing up from all of these drugs
inside of my tummy

- james wames lyrics

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