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Selected song name: Bamf
Singer Name: G-Mo Skee
Lyrics written by: G-Mo Skee

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Yeah, "I can change I can change"
Psych, look


I used to f**k black hoes, G-strings and afros
Now I got white broads with horses and la**os
The rap Stone Cold Steve Austin gon' patch you
Hit you with a Stunner like I threw Birdman at you
The last thing you want is a G-Mo feud
I'll take a n***a's legs, now they call him Geodude
Hit the strip club and pee on boobs
The perverted Captain Falcon and I'm shouting "Let me see those moves!"
I'm smoking on a gnarly pound, y'all smoke Charlie Brown
This is how a kick to the chest from a Spartan sound
My n***as so hungry, we the Donner party
Now the rest of y'all should jump off a bridge Jeff Hardy style
A clique full of vamps, represent for the camp
Talk sh*t? Hit you with a hundred kicks, we the champs
Got Jordans, got Forces, them sh*ts with the straps
Even Adidas leaving footprints on your back, n***a


And I'm a bad-a** motherf**ker
You could find me at the pad, in the lab with the
And I'm a bad-a** motherf**ker
You's a god damn cop, what's your badge and the number? Uh!
I'm a bad-a** motherf**ker
And you probably hang out with the fags and the bustaz
I'm a bad-a** motherf**ker
If you see the honey badger, run fast motherf**ker, uh!

I spit properly, smoke beef and broccoli
Ever since '96, b*t*hes been on top of me
Ain't nobody stopping me, I brought the whole block with me
Braille dots on your head so I can see who watching me
Spit real sick things, somebody need to doctor me
You ain't Suge Knight, why you trying to Big Poppa me?
It's f**k the world man, I'm on the same sh*t that Pac'd be
Spending money like I won the motherf**king lottery
It's me and G-Mo so it's f**king loud in here
Carolina motherf**ker, brought the south in here
I freestyled for years, now I spit paid flows
If I ever quit it, I'ma get it from my paid hoes
Paper chase though, every single day bro
'Cause I gotta make money when the day's slow
Just so I can live faster
That's on my mama, I'ma pour the f**king trauma in a Shasta


And I'm a bad-a** motherf**ker
You could find me at the pad, in the lab with the
And I'm a bad-a** motherf**ker
You's a god damn cop, what's your badge and the number? Uh!
I'm a bad-a** motherf**ker
And you probably hang out with the fags and the bustaz
I'm a bad-a** motherf**ker
If you see the honey badger, run fast motherf**ker, uh!

My n***a talk to them b*t*hes because I'm over the hype
You think you're big sh*t 'cause you tower over my height
They gotta lower the mic when I spit in the booth
I'll still punch you in the face, somebody give me a boost
I gotta keep it filthy, I'm Dirty D from Pootie Tang
Hock a loogie, aim at your f**king Gucci frames
When they see me in the lab and I do my thang
They never come back like a bad boomerang
I don't care about your corny bars and foreign cars
I put forty scars on your stomach with the morning star
Pouring large gla**es, an a** kick from an open jar
You think you go as hard? You n***as snorting shards
Through the streets I will GTA 5 chase you
Catch your a** in traffic and press triangle
F**k that, I'ma press square on a n***a
Won't see it coming, won't be aware of a n***a


And I'm a bad-a** motherf**ker
You could find me at the pad, in the lab with the
And I'm a bad-a** motherf**ker
You's a god damn cop, what's your badge and the number? Uh!
I'm a bad-a** motherf**ker
And you probably hang out with the fags and the bustaz
I'm a bad-a** motherf**ker
If you see the honey badger, run fast motherf**ker, uh!