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SieteGang Yabbie & 54Blamtana

BLAM SEM

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Hip-Hop/Rap

BLAM SEM was released on August 18, 2024 by Jank Baby Records as a part of the album BLAM SEM - Single

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Kiahbree Hawkins

Kiahbree Hawkins

Rap

Jabari McDonald

Jabari McDonald

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kiahbree Hawkins

Kiahbree Hawkins

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Jabari McDonald

Jabari McDonald

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PROD.BY NASSER

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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

PROD.BY NASSER

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Lyrics

Mr. Blamtana, err'body wanna be a ****

Necks break, jaws drop when they see a ****

Before I went to jail, she said she'll never leave a ****

Huh, but what she do? Leave a ****

You see the glitter, diamonds on me, yeah, I'm so saucy

Step up on the scene, I can't get your bitch off me

If she ain't got a feet, tell her quit callin'

I can put it on a G, I'ma keep ballin'

Ay, ooh, watch your step, I'm drippin' and spillin' sauce, bitch

Bingo, she feelin' my lingo, another lost bitch

I got her trappin' in casinos, gettin' all chips

And if it's money on the flow, she's takin' all trips

Yeah, I knew she was a ho, money on the flow, when I walked in

Yeah, I told the bitch, you taking every ping 'cause I need all ends

Yeah, I told the bitch she can't bring what I need, better go and steal it

Flat out my wrist, I need a Carti to match yo' Gucci

Yup, yup, bought the homies feets, and then we laughed about it (yeah)

Last feet's, ran off on the Gs, I just laughed about it (yeah)

Bust us in and grab a leaf wit' a sheet around it

She gon' play the backstreets, 'til she please somebody (yeah)

This bitch outta pocket, she don't pay nobody (yeah)

She gon' play the blender, post a ping, and freelance about it (yeah)

I'ma pour her deuce, and block the fender, when I'm drivin' (yeah)

She want half a yerc, she want me break it, told her bite it (yeah)

Err'time she hit for ten, bitch, I get excited (fuck that)

Err'time she get a ping, I get excited

Err'time she catch a Uber to a ping, she got deposit

Err'time she turn it in after the night, I gotta count it

I put her on that -

Now she don't wanna strip no more

I kick 'em out and send 'em home if she ain't tryna get no dough

Lil' baby tryna hit for go, let's pack it up, and hit the road

She got my necklace so froze, I can't even feel my throat

I just put it in her throat, i ain't tryna fuck the bitch

She can't even get no dick, unless she bring a hunnid strips

I done took a hunnid trips, back to back, I take risks

If he got that shit on, we double back and break wrists

Man, this shit don't make sense

All the game I'm laced with, ha

Real **** can't fuck with a fake bitch, uh

Got a stick like Picasso, I paint shit, uh

Diamonds on my chain, diamonds on my bracelet, uh

Written by: Jabari McDonald, Kiahbree Hawkins, Prod. By Nasser

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