
STAIN! Ham Sandwich (USA)
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[Intro]
He was leaning, he was bleeding, I was cleaving, now he freezing
Think he cold, I wipe his face before he even get to sneezing
And my chopper never jamming when a nigga get to squeezing
Wet him up and air him out, I let it fly like easy breezy...
[Chorus]
I'M A STAIN! NIGGAS GETTIN' SLAIN, UH!
HE SAY HE A HERO, BUT I KNOW THAT HE A LAME! UH! YUH!
I'M A STAIN! NIGGAS GETTIN' SLAIN, UH!
HE SAY HE A HERO, BUT HE DO IT FOR THE FAME! UH! YUH!
[Verse]
Niggas fake as shit, I'm crashing out
I'm poppin' percs and lashing out
I've got a thirst, I'm blacking out
These nigga love to talk about some shit but never be about it
I feel like I'm a God, I'd rather burn the bush than beat around it, okay, look!
I've got real steel, Tetsutetsu on my hip
And this blade is not my switch but if you push me I might drift
And I might whip around at midnight for the niggas thinking shit sweet
Wanna talk shit? 'till I crop grips, pop clips. end up with a popped lip
Somethin' like...
He was leaning, he was bleeding, I was cleaving, now he freezing
Think he cold, I wipe his face before he even get to sneezing
And my chopper never jamming when a nigga get to squeezing
Wet him up and air him out, I let it fly like easy breezy...
[Chorus]
I'M A STAIN! NIGGAS GETTIN' SLAIN, UH!
HE SAY HE A HERO, BUT I KNOW THAT HE A LAME! UH! YUH!
I'M A STAIN! NIGGAS GETTIN' SLAIN, UH!
HE SAY HE A HERO, BUT HE DO IT FOR THE FAME! UH! YUH!
[Verse]
Niggas fake as shit, I'm crashing out
I'm poppin' percs and lashing out
I've got a thirst, I'm blacking out
These nigga love to talk about some shit but never be about it
I feel like I'm a God, I'd rather burn the bush than beat around it, okay, look!
I've got real steel, Tetsutetsu on my hip
And this blade is not my switch but if you push me I might drift
And I might whip around at midnight for the niggas thinking shit sweet
Wanna talk shit? 'till I crop grips, pop clips. end up with a popped lip
Somethin' like...
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