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Always Sunny Video (MV)




Performed By: B.A.M.A.
Length: 1:37
Written by: Luis Amaya




B.A.M.A. - Always Sunny Lyrics




It's been a minute since I been up on a mic
I can feel it when I write
None can mimic, this my life
Always sunny in the villy, in the middle of July
But the boi is rhyming chilly, in the booth I come alive
Never lie
Ain't a rookie, been a pro, Ben Simmons
Got hits muthaf*cka, we still in the first inning
The beginning of the end to the phony
Corny ass rappers, don't mess with you jabroneys
U bologna
Holy shit it's always sunny
88 degrees Fahrenheit
The boy is fair in height, but I bring dispair to mics
Destined for the top spot, so I can't be scared of heights
Coming to ya city soon, I gotta prepare my flight
The fresh prince of my city, but no I'm not from Philly
Don't talk to me unless it's about a hundred dolla billy
If I'm Being frank with ya
Need to make the bank quicker
Swear the stress got me rolling up a dank swisher
So fire up that spliff
It's always sunny besides all the clouds up in my whip
They call me dr. J, keep the raw papers on deck
Smoking reefer with amigos, but don't call me offset, I'm taking off next
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It's been a minute since I been up on a mic
I can feel it when I write
None can mimic, this my life
Always sunny in the villy, in the middle of July
But the boi is rhyming chilly, in the booth I come alive
Never lie
Ain't a rookie, been a pro, Ben Simmons
Got hits muthaf*cka, we still in the first inning
The beginning of the end to the phony
Corny ass rappers, don't mess with you jabroneys
U bologna
Holy shit it's always sunny
88 degrees Fahrenheit
The boy is fair in height, but I bring dispair to mics
Destined for the top spot, so I can't be scared of heights
Coming to ya city soon, I gotta prepare my flight
The fresh prince of my city, but no I'm not from Philly
Don't talk to me unless it's about a hundred dolla billy
If I'm Being frank with ya
Need to make the bank quicker
Swear the stress got me rolling up a dank swisher
So fire up that spliff
It's always sunny besides all the clouds up in my whip
They call me dr. J, keep the raw papers on deck
Smoking reefer with amigos, but don't call me offset, I'm taking off next
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Writer: Luis Amaya
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