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Bam Video (MV)




Performed By: Mr Bigg
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Precious Igbudu




Mr Bigg - Bam Lyrics
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So much on my mind, but it's best I keep it silent
Smoking Maryjane everyday, to clear my conscience
The street gat ears, so it's never kept quiet
How they say they love me, and still talk behind my back
Two sided homies, men they thought a niggas slack
When the hate don't work, I bet they start telling lies
When a nigga down, nobody gave me a hand
Now I'm making noise, everybody wanna hang
Move ahead bitch, I don't want no new friends
Got these new Benz, and this window tinted
Brand new Rolex, got my wrist flooded
And my pockets, so many blue hundred
Yes I'm restless, wanna make me a billy
I'm a big gee, cannot do no basic
Mr. Luxury, everything expensive
I was dirty, now I'm crystal clean
No fugazy, everything icy
Yeah I'm rolling, with my nigga Smokey
If we catch a nigga lacking, then he's dead
Firework, farewell, just remember
Hard work, pays well
Drop the roof and ride, around inside a coupe everyday
Got this shit by any means, don't give a f*ck what they say
Motivation for the youngest, where I'm coming from
Ain't no niggas even doing what I've ever done
Drop the roof and ride, around inside a coupe everyday
Got this shit by any means, don't give a f*ck what I say
Motivation for the youngest, where I'm coming from
In the hood where I'm from, bitch I'm number one
Never going home, broke words to my mama
In the south chasing paper, I don't want no drama
New mansion on the island, that's for my mama
I want the Gucci, want the Prada, ain't no doubt about that
AMA get it, am a step, no two ways about that
Want the Maybach, want the G-Wag, want the California
Not a villain, I'm a preacher, I'm a go-getter
From the gutter, ain't no butler, I'm a breadwinner
No more nice guy, no more shy guy, I will do it right
If you cross me or my nigga, that's suicide
When it's beef, then it's beef, I don't choose side
Pop an opp in daylight, real life
But I quit that, I took the money route
So much shit I think about, I had to figure out
Now we running up a bag, another big amount
If a nigga play my bag, ama leave a mark
Drop the roof and ride, around inside the coupe everyday
Got this shit by any means, don't give a f*ck what I say
Motivation for the youngins where I'm coming from
Ain't no niggas even doing what I've ever done
Drop the roof and ride, around inside the coupe everyday
Got this shit by any means, don't give a f*ck what I say
Motivation for the youngins where I'm coming from
In the hood where I'm from, bitch I'm number one
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English

So much on my mind, but it's best I keep it silent
Smoking Maryjane everyday, to clear my conscience
The street gat ears, so it's never kept quiet
How they say they love me, and still talk behind my back
Two sided homies, men they thought a niggas slack
When the hate don't work, I bet they start telling lies
When a nigga down, nobody gave me a hand
Now I'm making noise, everybody wanna hang
Move ahead bitch, I don't want no new friends
Got these new Benz, and this window tinted
Brand new Rolex, got my wrist flooded
And my pockets, so many blue hundred
Yes I'm restless, wanna make me a billy
I'm a big gee, cannot do no basic
Mr. Luxury, everything expensive
I was dirty, now I'm crystal clean
No fugazy, everything icy
Yeah I'm rolling, with my nigga Smokey
If we catch a nigga lacking, then he's dead
Firework, farewell, just remember
Hard work, pays well
Drop the roof and ride, around inside a coupe everyday
Got this shit by any means, don't give a f*ck what they say
Motivation for the youngest, where I'm coming from
Ain't no niggas even doing what I've ever done
Drop the roof and ride, around inside a coupe everyday
Got this shit by any means, don't give a f*ck what I say
Motivation for the youngest, where I'm coming from
In the hood where I'm from, bitch I'm number one
Never going home, broke words to my mama
In the south chasing paper, I don't want no drama
New mansion on the island, that's for my mama
I want the Gucci, want the Prada, ain't no doubt about that
AMA get it, am a step, no two ways about that
Want the Maybach, want the G-Wag, want the California
Not a villain, I'm a preacher, I'm a go-getter
From the gutter, ain't no butler, I'm a breadwinner
No more nice guy, no more shy guy, I will do it right
If you cross me or my nigga, that's suicide
When it's beef, then it's beef, I don't choose side
Pop an opp in daylight, real life
But I quit that, I took the money route
So much shit I think about, I had to figure out
Now we running up a bag, another big amount
If a nigga play my bag, ama leave a mark
Drop the roof and ride, around inside the coupe everyday
Got this shit by any means, don't give a f*ck what I say
Motivation for the youngins where I'm coming from
Ain't no niggas even doing what I've ever done
Drop the roof and ride, around inside the coupe everyday
Got this shit by any means, don't give a f*ck what I say
Motivation for the youngins where I'm coming from
In the hood where I'm from, bitch I'm number one
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Writer: Precious Igbudu
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