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vandam bodyslam - cool (king of the hill) lyrics

{vandam} vandam bo dubba aa what it do when i say i’m going in i’m going all the way in n-gga no shortcuts

[verse 1]

{vandam}
they say money is the root to all evil so i grew a tree i been down a thousand times got back up and blew a g i done sold a thousand dimes tried to make it to a key i done wrote a million rhymes did a million shows for free and now im getting paid so a n-gga shine even when i’m getting shade put that on the sunrise it’s gone be a rainy day every time my gun rise chopper with banana clips bullets that’s my son size so i ain’t gotta aim trying get this rap check so i ain’t gotta slang but it ain’t that easy i’m tryna do my thing and my b-tch say she need me sh-t i’m trying eat cuz ain’t n0body trying to feed me and i ain’t trying to starve i need my gut sh-t but i ain’t trying to carve but a n-gga still sharp like a buck fifty f-ck with me you will learn got that pump with me flame thrower it will burn got them bullets that will hit a car then hit a car then car then split ya brain down the middle just like when you split a gar you ain’t do no gansta sh-t all you did is spit a bar i catch ya sleep hit ya street hop out on feet or get a car run but you ain’t getting far you scream for help i silence ya empty out the clip then i might whip you with the silencer it’s personal close range soon as i’m close bang switch the plates change states before them folks came fleeing in a fast porsche from the task force one way plane ticket and a p-ssport gasoline the ride out boom hit the hide out catch a flight touchdown swear i’m playing wide out first down make him hit the mat first round sorta floyd mayweather when i burst rounds money team four k’s that’s a dummy scene four n-ggas sprayed trying to move dummy beans wild life ten g’s for ya child life these n-ggas ain’t playing fair that’s a foul right? and one sh-ll shocked i can stand one cuz once you start flipping hundreds then the grands come

[verse 2]

{5th street bree}
vandam what it dew you know i had to get on this one right here my n-gga…aye aye aye
first it was them hundreds then it was them grands sh-t was slow i hit a l!ck i’m worth a hundred bands yeah them b-tches made her dance but i f-cked that hoe for free her baby daddy found out now this n-gga wanna beef four choppers more drums then a dam parade murder scene looking like we had a f-cking hand grenade shoulder laying over here head rolling that a way reverend masters on the news praying for a better day know i want revenge i gotta find out where ya mammy stay you ain’t staying there i guess i’ll find out where ya daddy lay catch him on the stoop together might just hit him too leave ya whole family wet just like a swim suit broad day no mask sh-t i’m riding in the coupe might get real stupid on yo -ss and hang up out the roof bust the buddy’s on the metro talk to papi on the boost all i drink is soda and lean but sh-t i got the juice thug life might catch ya -ss in them apartments or bust ya head leave ya brains all over the park bench show you what the drama bout bringing all them lamas out p-ss em to my lil dawgs and they shoot up ya mama house bullets they will hit ya door then hit ya bro then hit ya fro right after ya funeral my dog he go and hit ya hoe i’m the type to meet the plug then be trying to hit the boat it’s to the bone gristle where i’m from will probably split ya throat money steady generating f-cking up my generation if it’s beef or p-ssy in the end it’s gone be penetration this is not a demonstration boy this sh-t be dead for real take it as a game if you want and you’ll be dead for real naw i ain’t the man of steel but i still be toting one miss the p-ssy n-gga when i bust i know he owe me one sh-t i owe that n-gga too find out who his lady be f-ck her all night and then i skeet all on his baby sheets i’m nasty young ignorant and flashy and ima be that way until the feds come and grab me middle fingers to all of them n-ggas that be hating get my p-ssport k!ll him chill with money man in haiti ugghhh

- vandam bodyslam lyrics

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