Testo Bam Bam Bigelow - Anoyd
Testo della canzone Bam Bam Bigelow (Anoyd), tratta dall'album Bam Bam Bigelow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, stand at the liquor store, sayin' nothin' typical
The Sandman could lend a hand but it's difficult
You a imbecile, I am the original
You can't stand a man, I'm Bam Bam Bigelow
On a different note, all of y'all my little bros
Damn sure the man, I'm sayin' I'm a gigolo
You a imbecile, I am the original (Yeah)
You can't stand a man, I'm Bam Bam Bigelow (Yeah)
I'm about to catch a lick like an envelope
Don't you dare come 'round here like an antelope
Got a bad bitch, starin' at her candy locs
Got so many hoes, I do not need any more
Hometown hero, yeah, I do it for my city though
Worried 'bout me but your bank account is pretty low
Really though, there he go, that guy with the big ego
They be lookin' at me like they really stubbed they pinky toe
Woah, I'm really standin' on my feet, I repeat on the concrete
You barely gon' compete on the beat, I'm a unique
You love the way I speak, check the technique
You notice I'm not even at my peak, you could leave some for the weak
Everything you need, it's a breeze under the sleeve
For the centuries, I'ma lead y'all to the seas
Work on your fatigue 'cause I need y'all to receive
I beez all I could beez
Who could believe I'm hundred degrees and I'm overseas, and I'm
Rollin' the weed in front of police, I do what I please, and I'm
Do it with ease, so give me the keys and give me the cheese
Then I leave, and I breathe, and I
Sneeze, and they bless me with trees
Where would you go?
I'm finna go where it's cold like December 4th
I got the flame on my head, Bam Bigelow
Off the ropes, slam on an individual
Condition critical, woah
What, w-what, what, w-what, what, what, what, w-what, what
What would you do?
I'm in the loop, drug abuse, then I go vamoose
In the booth, sippin' Goose mixed with cranberry juice, ooh
I go without rules, I'm in the news every Tuesday for sippin' on booze
You get the blues, hit the snooze 'cause I'm not in the mood
You know ANoyd bring the fire like a hot air balloon, ooh
I never lose myself, I'm with the crew myself
I never ask for handouts 'cause I do myself
And I'm cool myself
And I learned from the streets, so I school myself
I'm 'bout to re-maneuver this beat
My voice is so in tune with this beat
I think of any flow that I'ma glue to this beat
'Cause I'm Bam Bam Bigelow, you highly agree, yeah
Stand at the liquor store, sayin' nothin' typical
The Sandman could lend a hand but it's difficult
You a imbecile, I am the original
You can't stand a man, I'm Bam Bam Bigelow
Bam Bam Bigelow
Can't stand a man, I'm Bam Bam Bigelow
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Writer(s): Dashorn Andrew Whitehead, Jake Procanik
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