Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Famalam, artist - JME. Album song Blam!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.10.2010
Record label: Boy Better Know
Song language: English
Famalam |
| Outside parked up next to the curb |
| I’ve got a matte black souped up turbs |
| Full tank, private plate |
| Race and win, wheels and rims |
| I used to cotch in Tatum’s and Pimm’s |
| Now I jam in a recliner ting |
| Yeah, bad boy whip |
| Soon I’m gonna have a bad boy yard |
| I spit deep lyrics from my bad boy lip |
| And I get all my P from grime, hard |
| What? |
| Say something, say something |
| I big up my chest, I say I’m the best |
| 'Cause man’s been doing this ting from way back |
| When I used to wear two-string vests |
| Trust me, famalam |
| Mash up the whole party when I land |
| Don’t try come clash me badderman |
| You must’ve had Jack D’s and a gram |
| Trust me, famalam |
| Mash up the whole party when I land |
| Don’t try come clash me badderman |
| You must’ve had Jack D’s and a gram |
| Deep bass, bad boy bars |
| Lights and mics, crowds and hype |
| Skep’s on the left, Frisco’s on the right |
| Trust me, you don’t wanna fight |
| Full squad, big man ting |
| Champs and glass, triple A pass |
| Step onstage and mashup the dance |
| One hand in the air like you’re in class |
| Yeah, Boy Better Know |
| Soon, I’m gonna have a whole next ting |
| Businessman with a bad boy flow |
| And I get all my P from grime, ch-ching |
| Safe, speak up, speak up |
| I big up my chest, I say I’m the best |
| 'Cause man’s been doing this ting from |
| I used to play Street Fighter 2 on the SNES |
| Trust me, famalam |
| Mash up the whole party when I land |
| Don’t try come clash me badderman |
| You must’ve had Jack D’s and a gram |
| Trust me, famalam |
| Mash up the whole party when I land |
| Don’t try come clash me badderman |
| You must’ve had Jack D’s and a gram |
| Trust me, famalam |
| Mash up the whole party when I land |
| Don’t try come clash me badderman |
| You must’ve had Jack D’s and a gram |
| Trust me, famalam |
| Mash up the whole party when I land |
| Don’t try come clash me badderman |
| You must’ve had Jack D’s |
| OK, you wanna look in my boat? |
| Fine |
| You’re the reason I wrote this rhyme |
| Yo, man are baders, man are badman |
| Man, I ain’t seen a five-pound note in time |
| Yo, you can’t diss a friend of mine |
| Trust me, you don’t wanna cross this line |
| Don’t think you can stand in the background of the video |
| Ad-libbing next man’s rhyme |
| Do you think I’m dumb? |
| Try to boy me? |
| Nah, that can’t run |
| Yo, you’re lucky, the old Jme |
| Bun out your chest like Jamaican rum |
| 'Cause you got your name on your Nike Air Dunks |
| 'Cause you got your name on your Air Force Ones |
| You could have your name on your Reebok pumps |
| Don’t think you could ever diss man once, serious |