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Bean (feat. Jamal) Video (MV)




Performed By: ThaKingali
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Jamal Phillips, Shakir Muhammad




ThaKingali - Bean (feat. Jamal) Lyrics




Yo, word is bond

Yo, look who just jumped up on the scene
Pocket full of green, butter leather and all
I be's that nigga named Jamal
Mackin' hoes in the tight clothes with pretty toes
Kickin' flows for all the rowdy bros and it goes, look
1, 2, to the breaker 1-9-9-5
Jamal representin', keep it live
It don't matter how I come on these funk raw tracks with raps
We 'bout to still make snaps
We got bitches for days, rich as it pays
Damn shits changed since back in the days (Get money)
In my mouth is where the blunt stays blazed
And I get dazed to kick a phrase to amaze
I'm gettin' busier, leavin' hoes dizzier
Than they even been with the grown men
Is he a straight looney type of nigga
That'll drop the temperature?
Bitch, I ain't really into ya

To all the tramp goldiggers
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
To all the misrepresenters
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
To all the bitch-ass niggas
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
To all the tramp goldiggers
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
I drop the lines and blow

It's the Bruce Li kickin' shit
Motherf*ck a censorship
You was chasin' bitches I was workin' on my penmanship
Tryna' stack my Clintons quick
You niggas wasn't listenin'
That mean I'm tryna' stack my bills, get em to a million quick
I been feelin' cocky, bitch I think I'm the finest
Like everything I touch can turn to gold just like I'm Midas
I usually keep a couple bitches rollin' up the finest
We sit up in my living room and smoke it till we mindless
In the city with my niggas and a group of hoes
Six rings on me like I'm Brady at the SuperBowl
Show a little drip and then I'm dippin' to the studio
Finna elevate and write some lyrics hope that you can quote in similar fashion
Move with some soldiers they got criminal habits
Good sessions, fat backwoods, bitches with asses
And if a nigga want smoke we causin' limitless static
She seen that presidential rollie, want that stimulus package
But she just gotta

(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
To all the misrepresenters
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all, keep it real y'all)
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Yo, word is bond

Yo, look who just jumped up on the scene
Pocket full of green, butter leather and all
I be's that nigga named Jamal
Mackin' hoes in the tight clothes with pretty toes
Kickin' flows for all the rowdy bros and it goes, look
1, 2, to the breaker 1-9-9-5
Jamal representin', keep it live
It don't matter how I come on these funk raw tracks with raps
We 'bout to still make snaps
We got bitches for days, rich as it pays
Damn shits changed since back in the days (Get money)
In my mouth is where the blunt stays blazed
And I get dazed to kick a phrase to amaze
I'm gettin' busier, leavin' hoes dizzier
Than they even been with the grown men
Is he a straight looney type of nigga
That'll drop the temperature?
Bitch, I ain't really into ya

To all the tramp goldiggers
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
To all the misrepresenters
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
To all the bitch-ass niggas
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
To all the tramp goldiggers
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
I drop the lines and blow

It's the Bruce Li kickin' shit
Motherf*ck a censorship
You was chasin' bitches I was workin' on my penmanship
Tryna' stack my Clintons quick
You niggas wasn't listenin'
That mean I'm tryna' stack my bills, get em to a million quick
I been feelin' cocky, bitch I think I'm the finest
Like everything I touch can turn to gold just like I'm Midas
I usually keep a couple bitches rollin' up the finest
We sit up in my living room and smoke it till we mindless
In the city with my niggas and a group of hoes
Six rings on me like I'm Brady at the SuperBowl
Show a little drip and then I'm dippin' to the studio
Finna elevate and write some lyrics hope that you can quote in similar fashion
Move with some soldiers they got criminal habits
Good sessions, fat backwoods, bitches with asses
And if a nigga want smoke we causin' limitless static
She seen that presidential rollie, want that stimulus package
But she just gotta

(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all)
To all the misrepresenters
(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all, keep it real y'all)
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Writer: Jamal Phillips, Shakir Muhammad
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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