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Skeamz - Believe Me lyrics

Believe Me
I ain't tryna hurt no body
Fuck nigga make me catch a body
Clip look something like a tommy
Chopper cut him up just like salami nigga
Believe me believe me
I'm that nigga boy they love me in the V
703 just up here wit my team
Don't believe me then ask Izzy nigga believe me

Verse 1
Bad bitches do me I just do what I do what I do best
Chickenheads up in my nest, I blow ses till I lose breath
Your kush weak need more reps, my shit be on dat benchpress
My shit loud wake up deaf, this game refs take big bets
Smile face she's lonely, emoji M.O.B
Roll deep wit OG's, light stogies fuck the D's
See federalies, say rally the homies
Her pussy so coozie, she blows me dats nosey
My flow got her sick, bet that vaccine in my dick
Thick half black white mixed so I call her Nesquick
Ain't thirsty had to sip, had to just wet my lips
Burn hits like I rip, see fire trucks on my strip
My blood be like Slurpies, fuck her topsy turvy
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Sleep on me wake early, lean look just like Kirby
Cause I Super Smash hoes, make it rain till cash flows
And grass grows on you assholes, believe me what you asked for nigga
Hook
I ain't tryna hurt no body
Fuck nigga make me catch a body
Clip look something like a tommy
Chopper cut him up just like salami nigga
Believe me believe me
I'm that nigga boy they love me in the V
703 just up here wit my team
Don't believe me then ask Izzy nigga believe me

Verse 2
The beat just drank a full styrofoam cup, good defense makin yall punt
This game I play so my niggas say hut, hike life a movie watch me stunt
Killin tracks and cunts like a nigga instrumental hunt, keep a mixed bitch dats a bad mut
Puttin the dick in her gut young roller so what, you ain't tough, sweet Reeses Puff
Like a hit from the dutch, bitch Imma call your bluff, flow just had enough
On to the next, kush likes to flex, bustin off the top, tip of barrel was hot
I was hittin my shots, bullseye on the dot, stackin bread till it rotts
My rhymes hard to jot betting yours are not, startin to look like an opp
Sike that was the peach and Ciroc, if that was my thought, pushin you off of the docks
This nigga's ludicrous. Shouldn't be new to this, flow's a river tracks polluted, strong bars yall diluting it

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