Lyrics Sammy Adams

Sammy Adams

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Flow so cold with a bitch so hot

Throwin’ JCO, spit it out by drop

Jop jop, jop jop

So put your hands up like the crowds from the concert

Went back to the real me

Had to send my old stuff back to the realty

And in the meantime, I be on my main grind

I be out of my damn mind

(I’ve been on my..)

All day up in the stool

Boston’s boy, man fuck all you

Tell me you want, give you your rent back due

Sold all these drinks before you know who

Back on tracks, got my racks

So 500, I ain’t getting no pat

Corner in the game, pop me with swing

Feels so good like I’m back domain

Yay card and I fuck that

Vacate the fields so I choose the shack

Joe found yay, I found me

Funny how some dropouts get so paid

Few fans left, real ones stay

OK cool yea, that’s that good

Sendin out arinas to old 13

MJ swag means 16 racks

16 racks, 16 racks

OK cool yea, that’s that good

OK cool yea, that’s that good

OK cool yea, that’s that good

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