Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Bammas, artist - Diamond District. Album song March on Washington, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
These Bammas |
Oh you think you doing something? |
Foolish assumption you ain’t doing nothing |
Grinding be taking all of my time up, you consumed by nothing |
Niggas thirsty claiming they hustling but hungry they wasn’t |
Young and discovered That’s what we wanted, was shoved in our stomach |
Luggage emotional and the baggage brought tears to my mother |
Finding yourself, now you know that it takes years to discover |
But only the strong be the ones not compared to the others |
I love em' but hate em', they don’t say no |
Ain’t trying to make no waves so |
Showing us how the motherfucking days go |
Slaves with invisible chains for minimum wage |
We all in the same boat |
We can’t grow with faith flow |
Your angle’s the difference between making do or that can’t dough |
We be the best three |
Yes we, check please |
This is deadly, your favorite rapper’s pet peeve |
Hard to impress me, 38 talking 17 |
Like a fresh tee, see our profits increase |
And you stay trying, buying lavish things that matter mo |
Trends go in and out, forgot about like it was vaginal |
Damnit change the standard, same pattern, it don’t even matter mind frame |
I switch up the picture, then situate it, be sideways |
I’m dealing with an industry that’s afraid of some real talent |
Shall I cater to niggas and try to deliver balance |
See me riding Caprices, or trade it in for a Prius |
Be balling Monday through Friday, y’all own the club on the weekends |
What’s all of that you arguing |
And go through the catalog and |
You can tell that we write raps like we some tattoo artist |
This is our corner homes, don’t let me catch you on it |
Catastrophe, it’s a wrap for any who opposes |
My door ain’t always open, could catch me before the closing |
Knock on this opportunity door but you never go in |
Cause if you ain’t in motion already I leave you frozen |
New niggas really wait to be chosen |
What the fuck |
What’s up with these Bammas? |
I don’t even know? |
Where they trying taking? |
They ain’t trying to go |
Know what I’m saying |
Not when you playing, slaying pm to am |
The three of them keep ya speakers on blast that’s where ever we at |
Question! |
that is the lesson! |
Yes indeed we do get busier |
Too many trendy wanting it all ain’t putting in any work |
The flimsy verse done made the beat disappointed |
You flamboyant with hands pointing, really you should destroy that, annoying |
It’s about to get ugly, and pretty aggressive, and really competitive |
You see the president, isn’t a resident, inside of the city we represent |
And see the city would be on if niggas were very determined |
They come in and swing low, chariot gone, put the whole area on |
Man y’all don’t know fly shit |
All you do is buy shit |
Y’all don’t ever apply shit |
All you do is ride it |
Y’all don’t do, or die shit |
All you do is survive shit |
That’s bare minimum, anyway keep it going |
Now it just may be the way of thee whole planet I guess |
But seems like y’all may just may be cool simply not reaching your best |
But see now we three are not got plots to be in knee reach |
Higher, speak fire, for any tryna, we never stop |