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believe it)
A nigga woke up and got too high today
And ion know what to drive today
Yo baby daddy lookin' for a ride today (Bum)
That nigga tweak then he

SONG: Denim Jeans
WORDS and MUSIC: The Dead Abigails
Published by: Blue Pie Publishing USA (ASCAP)

Verse 1
It's like you're tailor made for me
It's

Lets come up and never come down
 
Lookin good in the limelight
You wanna know what it tastes like
You're my sugar bum bum - and you want some
Baby me

a different route
If you playing in my face guarantee i'm gonna shoot
If i'm really being honest you are my son
Running broke bums over like a bison
And i'm

Whoopsiii
Gbayiii
I'm sweet like
Koca koca koca kola
My baby biggie bum biggie pass dracula la la
La la la la la
With her face like Rihanna na na
Oh

Welcome to the Universe
We've got plenty of time so sit back and converse
Grab a drink by your side
Prepare for the ride
Cause this is where dreams

Pack yo bags let's go today
Buy some tickets let's get a plane
Buy some tickets let's get a train
Get out the city see some sights
Passing by we see

the bum bum
I just met a bad ting and she said she from London
I asked for her digits she pick it up like wagwan
I know I'm right for her she said she want

bad
Rozhodně ne teď
Mě nezastaví zeď
Není to prank
Střílím to jak Crank
Bum bum bang
Bum bum bang
Píšu tyto sloky
Rytmy jedou samy
Dávej pozor na krysy

She wanna kick it like kung-fu
Told her to come through
Roll up a blunt too
Call me when she get disgruntled
Her man be tripping she say he a bum too

dressed like a bum
Top 2 and I'm not 2 but I am also not the one
My nigga got knocked like a week ago
Ran up in his crib while he was sleeping yo
Stashed

yo money at you bum bitch
Ask me then you prolly ain't gone find no answers
Hardbody niggas now a days is fucking panzees
Pink nine on dis nigga by his

drum (Drum druuuum)
Om kurukulle hri soham
Om kurukulle hri soham
Peasants be acting like dumb bum bum bums (Dumb bums)
When they gonna wake up, mum mum

Saturday night
We be chilling by the bar smoking on the hookah
Smoking on that good gas
Giving them a new dance
Anytime we move pass
Chilling on a new yacht

Bum, bum, ba na na na
Yeah
Bum, bum, ba na na na
I don't know how many years I have left
Hop on a beat by Splashious, proceed to snap necks
I'm

shit, mobbing through Paris
In a Ferrari with Ariella Ferrera up front
Going incoherently dumb, she says I make her feel young
Bah ra rum bump bum bum bum

wit me you can meet your angels
 
How you bums see someone everyday and swear you hate
Being a wannabe being a hater is not a dominant trait
I see you

Looked down the street
There stood a creep
If he gets close
I'm giving the smoke
He ain't Freddy, He ain't Jason
Hiya bum bitch, Gotcha in

son
Grab you by neck when I hit from the back like a drum it go bum bum bum bum
Put that shit on your back when Im done I just cant explain it you feel

And smiled at people,
They treated me like a vampire
They use the cross and they went like this by not smiling at me
In Toronto, hey! Hi guys! You know me!

Been a lot of lames 
On that lame ass shit
Quick to run your pockets on some bum ass shit
They all the same 
Talking run that shit
Only thing he

just climbing up
Yeah I'm just rising up
Fat blunts to the face mind expanding huh
Flying and landing huh
Different phases passing by time traveling huh

MURDA
Written by: Tamillia Chance, Alain Gervias, Ryan Cyrano Irons

Murda
Ya silly tryna put me up for murda
You wanna find out push a little

a bum

She betta pop for a trick





Broke bitch walk by

Yea I be spazzin

Do a 100 on the dash

And I still keep it classy

Niggas wanna know

About me