Just Me And My Vocals by Sammy Adams
I fucked �er (she say)
I fucked �er (she say)
Boston to NY
Sammy
Born in �87, a leo sent from heaven
Had a feeling since 11, it started, was fuckin�
destined
I run by paparazzi and these stairs are so irreverent
But they�ll hate me when they see me on TV, Johnny
Deppin�
Flash to more flashes, shattered from all the glasses
Jackin� coke in a mixture of what�s ever in his baggie
Shouts to Ruby Rivera, blockin� me from the cameras
Openin� doors for me faster than a Porsche Carrera
I swear that�s on my life man, now me and Johnny
Siteman
My boss is straight gold, I don�t even need a hype man
Alright then, we good now
Got a air roof, with my best friends
My team sick, we don�t need shit
We wavy while you seasick
It�s crazy, why so serious?
People love me and they fear me, bitch
You stare and drinkin� cranberry
What the fuck you on your period?
Bring more, we got that
Miley Cyrus, we on swag
They lick once, then fuck twice
The butch rained in a dollar cab
No allowance, we gon wait
I�m a boss just like I sip A
You droppin� that ass a free tape
She could charge with MP3 rates
I know me, I�m just me
Sometimes we do act a team
Went from stealing with Benny to livin� out my fuckin�
dreams
Think before you move your lips
That right there could sink the ships
We ain�t got no filter, takin� turns, watch us sink
your bitch
Truth pushin� that Bogota
You ruled, your reign is over dawg
Private flights to Cote d�Ivoire
Rock star, no guitar
Them lights on, Lou Vuitton
Again, just me and my vocals
Answer to our platoon
With my fellaz
Just me and my vocals, with all this weed and all my Gs
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