Famalam

Bad-boy tunes, sick lyrics, words and chords I don't smoke herbs, outside parked up next to the curb I got a matte black suped-up turbs Full time, private plane, race and win Walls and rims, I used to cotch it in Tatums and Pimms Now I jam in a recliner ting, yeah Bad-boy whip, soon I'm gonna have a bad-boy yard What, say somethin', say somethin', I big up my chest I say I'm the best, 'cause mans been doing this ting from way back when I used to wear two-string vest Trust me Famalam, mash up the whole party when I land Don't try come clash me badaman, you must'a had Jack Dee's anagram Trust me Famalam, mash up the whole party when I land Don't try come clash me badaman, you must'a had Jack Dee's anagram Deep bass, bad-boy bars, lights and mics, crowds and hype Skep's on the left, Frisco on the right, trust me you don't wanna fight Full squad, big man ting, champs and glass, triple A pass, let one stager mash up the dance One hand in the air like you're in class, yeah, Boy Better Know, soon I'm gonna have a whole net ting Business man with a bad-boy flow, and I get all my P from Grime, cha-ching Safe, speak up, speak up, I big up my chest, I say I'm the best 'Cause mans been doing this ting from I used to play Street Fighter 2 on the SNES Trust me Famalam, mash up the whole party when I land Don't try come clash me badaman, you must'a had Jack Dee's anagram Trust me Famalam, mash up the whole party when I land Don't try come clash me badaman, you must'a had Jack Dee's anagram Trust me Famalam, mash up the whole party when I land Don't try come clash me badaman, you must'a had Jack Dee's anagram Trust me Famalam, mash up the whole part when I land Don't try come clash me badaman, you must'a had Jack Dee's... Okay, you wanna look in my boat, fine, you're through reason I wrote this rhyme Yo man a baders, man a badman, man I ain't seen a 5 pound note in time Yo, you can't diss a friend of mine, trust me, you don't wanna cross this line Don't think you can stand in the background of the video ad-libbing next mans rhyme Slap, do you think I'm dumb, tried to boy me, nah that can't run, yo you're lucky The old JME, bun at you just like Jamaican rum, 'cause you got your name in your Nike Air Dunks 'Cause you got your name on your Air Force ones, you can have your name on your Reebok Pumps Don't think you can ever diss man once, Serious