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zac gatz - beama lyrics

[intro]
make a little money, spend it on a beamer
make a little money, spend it on a beamer
think your sh-t is fresh, homie, mines is cleaner
about to dog the game, better call up peta

[verse 1: zac gatz]
little bit of money and a nice flow, homie, what you do with that?
feeling like i’m sunny how i shine on them might burn yo -ss
chick so bad, whip so rad, engine fast
flip on a hot -ss beat and i might just take a sh-t on that
b-tch i’m bad, evil even, skin tone white so they can’t believe it
prolly gonna scoop yo b-tch this evening, only startin’ rappin’ just to get a beamer
pants on sag, beat on bang
smoke good kush but i spit cocaine
lil’ bit a money make em go insane
lil’ bit a money make ’em scream yo name
spend a couple hundred on a dope fit
spend a couple hundred just to blow it
all the ladies love us, ‘cuz we so unjust, so they swarm to us like a locust
you a broke b-tch, get focused
probably won’t help though ‘cuz we the dopest
couple sh-tty rappers gon’ quote this, but a couple bad b-tches gonna show t-ts
used to deal green ‘cuz i always needed cash, now i just write a verse and get a stack
i’m like super bad, you like super lame, you gone see my name on the tv screen
just gimme 12 months i’mma go get it
my money gone talk but my flow k!ll it
ladies that im with homie keep that low key
won’t stop until i got the team in floor seats
baller

[hook]
that beamer, that beamer, i just want that beamer
that beamer, that beamer, i just want that beamer
that beamer, that beamer, i just want that beamer
that beamer, that beamer, i just want that beamer

[verse 2: zac gatz]
boy, i ain’t from the trap, but i rap like it
rappers sound sh-tty like a bad mic kit
got a girl, got her open, got her jackknifing
say she love givin head, like a bagpipe
she ain’t single, but d-mn boy she act like it
if you want a real dude, b-tch, act like it
no time to spend no time for new friends, want a beama and a benz so i gotta stack these ends
homie, i ain’t gonna play this year
need a new watch, new chain, new leer
son i thought i told ya, now its time to show ya
built from the ground up boy call it folgers
got a couple bad habits im addicted to
they waiting for him to blow like tick tick boom
you gon’ sh-t your pants, p-ss in your shoes
when you live this fast spit sh-t sinful
it’s like a loose pitbull in a vicious mood
business too, i’m talkin presidentials
whole crew around me so godd-mn nice, think we made that point quite evidental
big body beama push on the pedal, got all black rims chrome on the metal
that b-tch so fly think it came with feathers
homie, i gotta cop it, i’m an avid spender

- zac gatz lyrics

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