Текст песни Obama - Bambam
Called
my
doctor;
got
a
problem
Ask
if
he
knows
how
to
solve
em
Told
me
pop
a
perkie,
know
you′re
worthy;
n
go
fuck
ur
momma
I
might
go
fuck
all
yo'
bitches;
you
know
I
love
causin′
drama
Skrt
off
in
the
whip,
the
Honda
Civic;
bomb
you
like
Obama!
Bitches
on
my
line,
got
the
juice
like
5 Alive
Ion
work
a
9- 5,
but
I'm
staying
on
my
grind
What
a
time
to
be
alive;
coolin'
wit
a
thottie
want
my
cum
inside
Roll
me
up
a
dub
of
gas,
I
chief
on
good
you
puffin′
ass
Smoking
cookie
in
my
wood,
you
wouldn′t
fucking
understand
Topic
to
these
fucking
lames,
yet
I
have
no
fucking
friends
Only
time
they
wanna
talk
is
when
they
off
the
xan!
Try
to
copy
what
I
do,
they'll
never
comprehend
Cause
bitch
I
stay
lurking!
You
know
I′ve
been
working!
Stunt
on
you
bitches,
yuh;
ain't
that
for
certain?
When
the
show
is
over,
please
close
the
fucking
curtain
Pottymouth
headass
always
stay
cursin′
Instagram
shorty
looking
shittier
in
person!
And
if
I
gotta
flex
then;
just
don't
be
asking
why
Been
awhile
gone;
guess
time
fucking
flies
Breathing
underwater,
sometimes
I
wanna
die
Caught
a
cold,
sip
some
syrup
with
the
mothafuckin′
ice!
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