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Paroles de la chanson Blam Boom par Nardo Wick

Wicked
(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)
Wicked, wicked
(FOREVEROLLIN)

Blam, boom, tryna put a nigga on the damn news
Postin' switches on the Internet, that boy a damn fool
Bought a purse, he still ain't hit her yet, that boy a damn fool
Bought a Perc', he barely know the plug, that boy a damn fool
Blam, boom, you see all these diamonds on me hittin'
Blam, boom, plenty hoes, ain't trippin' 'bout no bitches

Blam, boom, everybody trigger finger itchin'
Blam, boom, I paid to get him gone, I'm killer trickin'
Blam, boom, if he speak on a murder, that's a red flag
Blam, boom, he pillow talk to bitches, that's a red flag
Blam, boom, that Perc' too cheap, that's a red flag
Blam, boom, if I'm in that backseat, throw that whitе flag

Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, tryna blam you
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, man down you
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, jump out, and I
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom

Blam, boom, you can't label as no rap niggas (Nah)
'Cause I'm who the rappеrs rap about (Uh)
Call us, "R-O-A-G" (Round of applause gang)
'Cause man, all these niggas clap a lot
They say, "Nardo be in black a lot" (Mm, mm, mm)
They say, "Lil' nigga keep that strap a lot" (Mm, mm, mm)
He say he gang, I say, "No, you not" (Mm, mm, mm)
She say, "I can't fuck," she came on her dot
I done seen a lot of crazy things
A lot of brutal images on my brain
A lil' nigga, he be tweakin'
That's an understatement, I'm insane

Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, tryna blam you

Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, man down you
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, jump out, and I
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom

All these chains, this shit makin' me hot
Tissue for my wrist, big boogers in a watch
Come on, let's squash this, I think not
How you left when you saw him? I think shot
Opps tryna keep their kids 'cause they know we gon' spare 'em
Opps went and got their kids, the only time we gon' spare 'em
And this mad shit ain't new, I used to always wear 'em
Broke and still rock my jeans, used to always share 'em
And that slime shit ain't nothin', used to always do it

I ain't never drove shit, I used to always shoot it
I ain't never waste my beam, used to always use it
Glock loud, don't matter, used to always mute it

Blam, boom, you see all these diamonds on me hittin'
Blam, boom, plenty hoes, ain't trippin' 'bout no bitches
Blam, boom, everybody trigger finger itchin'
Blam, boom, I paid to get him gone, I'm killer trickin'

Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, tryna blam you
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, man down you
Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, jump out, and I

Blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom, blam, boom

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