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jamesy! – armageddon lyrics

[chorus: jamesy!]
i don’t wanna talk ’cause i’m finna make a bag
bad b+tch on my left, louie v all black
put a thirty+inch clip on the motherf+ckin’ mac
i don’t wanna talk ’cause i’m countin’ all these stacks (b+tch)
green haired b+tch, i’mma hit it from the back
i know that they love me ’cause i got the f+ckin’ sack
i just wanna f+ck ’cause she lookin’ like a snack
i don’t wanna f+ck ’cause i’m finna make a bag

[verse 1: jamesy!]
check the price, b+tch (whoa)
please don’t hit my line if you lookin’ for advice, b+tch
i ain’t really f+ckin’ with you n+ggas like a ++++, b+tch (what)
you just tryna ride on the wave like a bike, b+tch
n+ggas ain’t as hard as you think
you know a n+gga drip like a sink
askin’ if i’m ’bout it, what you think? (ask)
you know a n+gga hard like a kink (wait, what?)
pull up with a coat, it’s a mink (squeak, squeak)
n+ggas roll out like a rink
lance bass, n+gga, ’cause we in sync [n+sync]
please clean your act, ’cause n+gga, you stink
(talk to ’em ‘kazi)
[verse 2: kamikaze’s endless & jamesy!]
all of these b+tches afraid of me
all of them wanna talk sh+t on me
managing vanity, managing sanity
hang in the gallows then i lay to rest all my vices
under the old willow tree, weaponary draftee
sailing the ol’ north sea, b+tches ask what i see?
ultraviolet, 3d
ganzfeld hallucinations got me seeing shadows under palm trees
pistol whip em for a fee with a gun i don’t even f+cking have
watch these b+tches run and flee (watch ’em flee)
stayed home for a night, sippin’ on some sprite
snoozin’ while i’m tryna write, me getting idolized
kazi ain’t civilized, neither even advertised
mostly just despised, never really equalized
there i go, f+cked up again
there was nothing that i gained
all just a waste of time
all just a waste of time (yuh, haha)

[chorus: jamesy!]
i don’t wanna talk ’cause i’m finna make a bag
bad b+tch on my left, louie v all black
put a thirty+inch clip on the motherf+ckin’ mac
i don’t wanna talk ’cause i’m countin’ all these stacks (b+tch)
green haired b+tch, i’mma hit it from the back
i know that they love me ’cause i got the f+ckin’ sack
i just wanna f+ck ’cause she lookin’ like a snack
i don’t wanna f+ck ’cause i’m finna make a bag
[outro: jamesy!]
sh+t, i f+cked up the lyrics, it’s still lit though, haha

- jamesy lyrics

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