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samzy sam (ng) - rendezvous lyrics

[intro: samzy sam]
yeah, i got me lots to prove
eh, yeah, i got me dreams, uh
yeah, wadup tammy
ayy, yeah

[hook: samzy sam]
i got me dreams, so much to prove (so much to prove)
had to lose sleep cos i want out the hood (yeah)
how can i not? youngins out makin’ moves (out makin’ moves)
time movin’ fast, so much to do (yeah)
chasin’ the bag like cops in hot pursuit
but i keep it legit cos momma told me to (woo)
told all my dawgs, go chase the bag, we gon meet at the top where we gon rendezvous
yeah, uh, don’t go cuttin’ corners you might end in the news
popo don’t love you, you know they gon shoot
and ion wanna see my dawgs in a casket
i wanna see ’em all frozen in a coupe
iced out like they was stuck in a freezer with pocket obese like yokozun’
flexin’ on haters and all of them doubters, drippin’ on ’em like a leaky roof

[verse: samzy sam]
what’s the goal? make it outta poverty
blow a bag and still run back like twice of it
be that young boy, never broke again until death call my name to come lie in peace
i pray for my dawgs to make it out too, i wanna see all of them shine with me
so we can do donuts with no fryin’ pans when we pull up on doubters in baddest whips
ain’t no stoppin’ the grind, i got tunnel vision, i see nothin’ but dreams ahead of me
and i’ma keep on chasin’ ’em till i can’t run again like pmb in ’23
only ridin’ with similar minds, my circle prolly share radius with wedding rings
cos if you ain’t chasin’ that bag, on god, i’ma cut you off like a guillotine
boy i hustle hard, i been losin’ sleep
keep on rollin’ my dice till i hit a six
rappers is out lookin’ for a beef, i be out like a mouse tryna get me cheese
middle finger, that’s my foster kid
i raise it for those who despise the dream
cos ain’t no difference between ’em and sars, they don’t wanna see me young and gettin’ it
[hook: samzy sam]
i got me dreams, so much to prove (so much to prove)
had to lose sleep cos i want out the hood (yeah)
how can i not? youngins out makin’ moves (out makin’ moves)
time movin’ fast, so much to do (yeah)
chasin’ the bag like cops in hot pursuit
but i keep it legit cos momma told me to (woo)
told all my dawgs, go chase the bag, we gon meet at the top where we gon rendezvous

[verse: tamedo]
x, tammy
i’ll bare my crotch, you can hang with my nuts
i am not social, no, i lost the plot
last time i heard from “all my friends”
i was just plugged in and bumping a song
snake ships or friend ships?
i don’t know the difference between ’em no more
but i’d rather be stabbed taking bulls by their h+rns
than poisoned by slithering smooth criminals
cry me a river
and p+ss me a pond
i know some chicks wanna roost on my c+ck
but too chicken to tell me that they wanna flock
so they’re posting up hints on their status
a lot
calling me up when they’re at the salon
like tammy what’s up?
“oh this cost a fortune”
“do me a sub”
i take a shot and dm you my schl+ng
how is that for a sub?!
champion, no belt + marlian lemi
but you only find a cigarette packet with me
mio ki n sha bisiki
but i’m down with the sh+t
o de n gba lori mi
gba gba gba n, gigigin
fall back, 6 months back it was dark in my house
had nothing but a phone and a matress
i grinded, got a full house
made moves as soon as p.money landed
stunting like i deal with pyrex
impromptu visits came from the mandem
it was a long time coming
they were looking out for me like jesus, you know the christ
so read up the psalms and ring your alarms
no stick up, but n+gga my p’s up for life
i teamed up with samz
a quick word for guys
go secure the bag
we meet at the top
[hook: samzy sam]
i got me dreams, so much to prove (so much to prove)
had to lose sleep cos i want out the hood (yeah)
how can i not? youngins out makin’ moves (out makin’ moves)
time movin’ fast, so much to do (yeah)
chasin’ the bag like cops in hot pursuit
but i keep it legit cos momma told me to (woo)
told all my dawgs, go chase the bag, we gon meet at the top where we gon rendezvous
yeah, uh, don’t go cuttin’ corners you might end in the news
popo don’t love you, you know they gon shoot
and ion wanna see my dawgs in a casket
i wanna see ’em all frozen in a coupe
iced out like they was stuck in a freezer with pocket obese like yokozun’
flexin’ on haters and all of them doubters, drippin’ on ’em like a leaky roof

[outro: samzy sam]
grindin’ hard for that buckoo bucks
never stoppin’ till i prove ’em wrong
they say i ain’t never gon make it
they look down on me like i’m a leprechaun
but i stay driven like a lambo truck
at a top speed, like in motorsports
chasin’ my dreams et cetera
these haters can’t tell me nun, i’ll be what i want, uh

- samzy sam ng lyrics

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