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Phamz
Phamz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hokatiwi
Hokatiwi
Producer

Lyrics

I be out the way chasing chips, get a bankroll Stacking up my pay, just been piling the pesos Queso, got me cheesing running up them digits Keep it on the low, they ain't gotta know my business, no Stayin down til the come up I just run it up, they wanna get like me I be saucing out, even in a white tee And I got so many sounds, they can never bite me Got so many styles, bitch I'm too sick I've been laying out the blueprint Yeah, I'm something like a genius, but on tracks I'm going stupid I do it with no effort, got a job, still applying pressure Feeling like I am the one, name someone who do it better Feelin "him," hittin the gym, Mr. Known To Get It In Know a boss be taking losses, but I really love to win Swear this music in my genes, I'm a demon like I'm Jin Cuz I'm a fucking beast, rapping like a veteran But I got so much to learn, so much bridges gotta burn See my homies doing numbers, I just gotta wait my turn Finna go up for the summer, but I still expect the worst Knowing life could be a curse, I'm just trying to make it work Ain't we all though? Step into the scene with all my vatos Ignoring the hoes, like we driving past a pothole Trying to find a dime, one to ride when it get dark though But all I see are sevens, got me feeling like Ronaldo It ain't high enough and I ain't gon' settle for less Got that worldwide sound, but still represent the West If you think it and you mean it, you should say it with your chest If you need me, I'll be tucked, staying back from all the rest, cuz I be out the way chasing chips, get a bankroll Stacking up my pay, just been piling the pesos Queso, got me cheesing running up them digits Keep it on the low, they ain't gotta know my business, no Stayin down til the come up I just run it up, they wanna get like me I be saucing out, even in a white tee And I got so many sounds, they can never bite me Never bitin me cuz I'm too versatile, I'm the one they chirping bout Always knew I kinda was him, but now I'm certain now Phamzino the season, can't tell me no other reason Seeing that I'm making music, but I'm living with a purpose now I sit back and contemplate, sipping strawberry ramune The homie told me do my music, either way they all gon' hate Got the Juice up in this Wrld, these girls acting all the same Been having lucid dreams, I'm living lavish stackin all the pape I won't give my love no more, I just share my love
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