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⋅˚BAHM BAHM‧₊˚ ⋅

CHEX UP/KATE MOSS

LYRICS|

bitch i ball any arena 
bitch i ball any arena 

bitch i ball any arena 
bitch i ball any arena 

lego bricks how i build,kate bush runnin up that hill.
louis lonnie juicy genie they knowin i buy the real 

im the one like a motherfucking unicycle wheel

if hip hop was dead you ain’t make it to the will.
hit that z-z-z car go 
*beep beep beep*

when my mink go blink they cannot see me 
bestie,bestie we better than the restie they could be John galli but our fashion kills like effie.

bitch i ball in the arena 
diamonds dirty get the cleaner 

they think they girly , but im meaner 
fatriko shoes is still on leanaa

please read my bars individually 
best kraft like im wrapped individually 

like aids bitches cannot get rid of me 
spin em on ice like characters at disney 

not sure bout the score , but I win again 
sick bitch like i coughed up some cinnamon 

checks clear bout to cut off his ligament
it’s a wrap, like like them things on the head of Dominicans 

bitch i ball any arena 
bitch i ball any arena 

bitch i ball any arena 
bitch i ball any arena 

bitch i ball any arena

BALLIN

preferred to listen with headphones 🎧

LYRICS|
ready to cop
 cop a zip 

tell my bitch hop in the whip 
so we posed for a pic 

we on otw to pick up rick 
wait can we stop & go get icecream 

strawberry heaven , make sure you get the right thing 

hopped out the car (car) we ain’t make it far (far) 

cause we heard them sirens  felt the heat from  bright beams 

Damnnn im so alluring & enticing 

seen the feds so we had to hit the dash like a hyphen 

my rap drive could go all night like a trucker 

“what is there to do ?” watch me like tv’s i dont buffer 

still that ill butch queen that’ll burn a bitch like rubber 

another vouge magazine is it skin or is it butter? 

sis take another picture 
another hit like pitchers
you ain’t Poe enough matter a fact give me the fucking pitcher 

got these bitches on they toes so much they start to bleed & blister 

my bitch thicker than 2 gram crackers stacked on 4 snickers 

we just hopped out the jag & now it’s time to pooch 

custom marni down town with the cutest boots 

this nigga high he done asked if i was blues clues ? (what??)

seen this nigga that more Jews than the hebrews 

damn he fly , with his unreleased G-Shoes
where you get em? he said that i will not find a review 

he asked if I get nasty
just me & you & Cassie 
took me too the back filled my nose up with that ashy 

came out the stall shit im trembling
(Where  my girls at where my girls at)

have you seen her had a telfar & some timberlands 
(where my girls at, where my girls at)

you cannot miss her we alike & so resembling 
(where my girls at, where my girls at) 

what’s her name ? oh shit im not remembering 
(where my girls at , where my girls at)

WHERE MY GIRLS @ ?!

LYRICS |
how could I start this 
golden way like McDonald’s arches 

shows more packed then them mlk marches 
they thought I was finished when Ian even start bitch 

a lotta dirty money but the feds forgot to mark this . 

(im-)

back to the covers like a lamp 
gp know that im the one & it’s muhfuckin stamped 

even bums know that i will reign supreme as the champ 
my wrist on stuck frozen freeze lookin like a cramp 

niggas always hootin 
dumb bitches love to holla

write a 16 jump in the booth 
& pop my collar 

& if i rap it i done did it or about to do it 
when they see the color red that’s when they know they blew it /blue it


if i missed it throw it again 
i been the one since foxy & kim wasn’t friends 

nah matter a fact i think since market crashed with the stocks 
& im spewin flava like that nigga that used to rock the clocks

& even than im still wear em out like holes in socks 

Chanel, Unload the rock
GANA you with my right ? 

domain, im goin right
the darkness IM the light 

who you know gon drop a EP for them to all recite 

real rap I dont ever gotta pump fake 
bloodwatchin show you bitches how to pumpweight 

i bring it 

straight to ya door like postmates 
im 4 the culture 2 ill 
(wait)
fixate

is that baby boy up in the stu 
more crunch than dry fruit of the loops

Not a blood but my edges still on baby the suwoop
.40 cal make em jiggle wid my nigga lil nuk

ID6AF

I lay in bed 
Have sad thoughts of missing you
Wonder what to do when them times
Hard 
I’m needing you 
Lay me on my back 
And give me relief 
Praying to be at peace 
Like that gun on waist 
Nigga i need my piece 

i miss you 


Gave me chanel 
You gave me the world 
But i— dont care about it 
Come check on ya girl 
See these— Tears falling 
From a bad bitch
Nigga.. 
Hope you feel my pain 
When you reading this

I miss you 

bitches dissing 
I’m missing my trade 
Free my nigga out the slammer 
Fuck what the people say&
Flip it bring it back for my nigga
And y’all jealous ass niggas 
Y’all can’t  fuck with my nigga 
Huhhh

I miss you

Pressure for real 
It’s taking me under
When it — rains it pours 
And sometimes it thunders 
Having nightmares …

Miss you deep in my shit
This is from nevaeh 
That soft feminine bitch. 

#FreeMyTrade

#FreeMyTrade

featuring the beautiful tantalizing COSA
re upload btw 
created 10/16/22

PERF(ECTION)

Lil' Tim, born Timothy Donald Wilson, is an Indian-American rapper, songwriter, and beat-maker. He rose to prominence in the underground rap scene and became known for his bold and explicit rap lyrics, and for his out-this-world beats. Lil' Tim is often celebrated and credited as a “path-maker” for male rappers and has had a significant impact on the rap genre.

⋅˚BAHM BAHM‧₊˚ ⋅

LIL’ TIM

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