Dam Budz Lyrics – Ramma
Singer: Ramma
Title: Dam Budz
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Don’t be thinkin that ye sick cause ye not kid
Don’t be chattin that ye ill cause ye shot kids
Pull out the blade and have ye screaming “please stop this”
I cut ye up and leave ye bleeding in the doctors
I’m coming for ye, ye know ye not escaping it
Acting like ye some G, stop faking it
All me life all I’ve wanted was the paper in
To sit back and relax and watch the ounces spin
Causе ye know, I’m all about me papes laa
I’ll pack mе bags and go the Dam for the day laa
People chatting “where are you?” I say “away laa”
Whilst I’m sitting in The Bulldog getting HAAAAZED laa
It’s only 45 minutes on the plane laa
Jump off the plane and jump straight onto the train laa
Chatting you’ve got Dam weed it ain’t the same nah
Trust, I’ve smoked A HUNDRED different strains laa
And no weed you’ve got can get me caned nah
Chattin that it’s poey you should be ashaaaamed laa, HAHA
Don’t be thinkin that ye sick cause ye not kid
Don’t be chattin that ye ill cause ye shot kids
Pull out the blade and have ye screaming “please stop this”
I cut ye up and leave ye bleeding in the doctors
And then I’m back in me city saying “hello”
Liverpool airport getting nicked with Caramelo [OH sh#t
Obviously I’m chatting “that’s a mistake”
Getting nicked for a gram of hash? What a pisstake
Only giving yachts and then I’m back to the estate [f#ckS SAKE
I’m constantly hungry but I ain’t feeding off no free plates
Start getting para’d when I think “who are me real mates?”
Starts f#cking with me head when I think who are the real snakes
Rats trying to set me up I swear they need to behave
Draw for the blade and watch you sweat like it’s a heatwave
I swear it seems like you can’t be trusting no one these days
Won’t stop stressing until I know that I have been paid
Your ma has to live knowing that you could have been saved
And you’re lying there decomposing in a deep grave
Don’t be giving it the beans don’t be trying to be brave
Jumping off the bikes and running straight through ye ma’s ken
I’ll walk up to your arl man and smack him with a hammer, HA
And what you gonna do about it? Chatting that ye packing?
Lad I really doubt it
Couldn’t see what I’ve seen ye couldn’t save yeself
Living off the dole? Go get paid yeself
Me dad wasn’t there kid I raised meself
And if I pop up on a divvy then I’ll DRAIN HIS HEALTH
And when we chat about BEEF we don’t mean scrapping
We’re on about clapping if you’re chatting that you’re packing
One hand on the KX the other’s got the strap in
Rolling round your ezzys on the bikes got you FLLLLLLLAPPPIN, HA
Listen, yo
Don’t be thinkin that ye sick cause ye not kid
Don’t be chattin that ye ill cause ye shot kids
Pull out the blade and have ye screaming “please stop this”
I cut ye up and leave ye bleeding in the doctors
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