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Void (feat. Xethius) Video (MV)




Performed By: Ham Bome & Jijo Prods
Language: English
Length: 3:36
Written by: Robert Smalls, Rell Pina




Ham Bome & Jijo Prods - Void (feat. Xethius) Lyrics
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I'm never stagnant and I'm always ready to go get the bread
I'm never loafin', I'm stayin' on point
Hope you never forgettin' this right where it's at
That is a fact
All of my stompers, they rep if you steppin'
We take off your head
I cut 'em off when I feel paranoid
Breakin' your ligaments right at the joints
Know that I'm chosen, but I got a choice
I've been this way since a boy
Open up music, it's fillin' a void
Hush up your mouth told her kill all that noise when my music is playin'
I'm good with the blues, just give me the Franks
I'll even take my in fifties and dubs
Can't blame a nigga who came out the Slums
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout
The f*ck is you talkin' niggas ain't up
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
The f*ck is you talkin' bout
The f*ck is you talkin' niggas ain't up
Gone off the gas
Police behind me kissin' my ass
Trunk full of work, next to the cash
Passenger seat, foreign bitch with an ass
I ain't slowin' down for shit
I ain't doing time, no bid
I ain't ever lie, no fib
I'm- I'ma dick her down, she thick
I'ma bust her down and dip
Money keep callin', withdrawals
Palms keep itchin' more dollars
Fiend still sniffin' for the powder
Plug still callin' from the islands
Gotta keep it brief, know I got it
Heard there's a drought, no problem
Knock, knock, knock, who is that at the door
What you expect, gang run in with poles
This is a lick, get your ass on the floor
Takin' a shit, eat the food on the stove
Everything's packed, auto start, let's go
Back to the hood, know we headin' up north
Know a couple niggas, Bome get the pack off
Sent some runners last time, bitches took the pack home
Bitch, you thought I was basic
Killin' this shit, POA for my cases
That's racks on racks, like, f*ck it, I'll pay a 2K
I'm ballin', I'm laced up, Bome go talk to 'em
Know that I'm chosen, but I got a choice
I've been this way since a boy
Open up music, it's fillin' a void
Hush up your mouth told her kill all that noise when my music is playin'
I'm good with the blues, just give me the Franks
I'll even take my in fifties and dubs
Can't blame a nigga who came out the Slums
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout
The f*ck is you talkin' niggas ain't up
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
The f*ck is you talkin' bout
The f*ck is you talkin' niggas ain't up
I'm pullin' up in a black matted Jetta
They hatin' and jelly, I know that they envy
They lovin' my energy, soakin' it up
Drippin' the sauce, the seats spaghetti
Can somebody help me? Think I need a towel
Heard your law, you playin' the witness
You snitch and you know that it's already up
No need for talkin', cause you did enough
You break the code, lil' nigga, you done
I don't know where the new nigga from
Never runnin' off of my plug
Why would I do that if he showin' me love
I'ma spend all damn day in the trap
For the right price I'll pull up
You see me stuffin' these blues in the truck
Droppin' the top, I'ma pull up with cuz
I'ma have they ass runnin' right into the sword
Make him get to the point
Feelin' like Alonzo, I'm trainin' on Hoite
I'm givin' her good dick, it make her rejoice
I hit that sticky shit right with the finger
And they have to touch it, it's already moist
Hootin' and hollerin', losin' her voice
She say I'm controllin' 'cause I got the poise
Know that I'm chosen, but I got a choice
I've been this way since a boy
Open up music, it's fillin' a void
Hush up your mouth told her kill all that noise when my music is playin'
I'm good with the blues, just give me the Franks
I'll even take my in fifties and dubs
Can't blame a nigga who came out the Slums
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout
The f*ck is you talkin' niggas ain't up
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
The f*ck is you talkin' bout
The f*ck is you talkin' niggas ain't up
I'm never stagnant and I'm always ready to go get the bread
Hope you never forgettin' this right where it's at
All of my stompers, they rep if you steppin'
We take off your head
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I'm never stagnant and I'm always ready to go get the bread
I'm never loafin', I'm stayin' on point
Hope you never forgettin' this right where it's at
That is a fact
All of my stompers, they rep if you steppin'
We take off your head
I cut 'em off when I feel paranoid
Breakin' your ligaments right at the joints
Know that I'm chosen, but I got a choice
I've been this way since a boy
Open up music, it's fillin' a void
Hush up your mouth told her kill all that noise when my music is playin'
I'm good with the blues, just give me the Franks
I'll even take my in fifties and dubs
Can't blame a nigga who came out the Slums
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout
The f*ck is you talkin' niggas ain't up
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
The f*ck is you talkin' bout
The f*ck is you talkin' niggas ain't up
Gone off the gas
Police behind me kissin' my ass
Trunk full of work, next to the cash
Passenger seat, foreign bitch with an ass
I ain't slowin' down for shit
I ain't doing time, no bid
I ain't ever lie, no fib
I'm- I'ma dick her down, she thick
I'ma bust her down and dip
Money keep callin', withdrawals
Palms keep itchin' more dollars
Fiend still sniffin' for the powder
Plug still callin' from the islands
Gotta keep it brief, know I got it
Heard there's a drought, no problem
Knock, knock, knock, who is that at the door
What you expect, gang run in with poles
This is a lick, get your ass on the floor
Takin' a shit, eat the food on the stove
Everything's packed, auto start, let's go
Back to the hood, know we headin' up north
Know a couple niggas, Bome get the pack off
Sent some runners last time, bitches took the pack home
Bitch, you thought I was basic
Killin' this shit, POA for my cases
That's racks on racks, like, f*ck it, I'll pay a 2K
I'm ballin', I'm laced up, Bome go talk to 'em
Know that I'm chosen, but I got a choice
I've been this way since a boy
Open up music, it's fillin' a void
Hush up your mouth told her kill all that noise when my music is playin'
I'm good with the blues, just give me the Franks
I'll even take my in fifties and dubs
Can't blame a nigga who came out the Slums
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout
The f*ck is you talkin' niggas ain't up
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
The f*ck is you talkin' bout
The f*ck is you talkin' niggas ain't up
I'm pullin' up in a black matted Jetta
They hatin' and jelly, I know that they envy
They lovin' my energy, soakin' it up
Drippin' the sauce, the seats spaghetti
Can somebody help me? Think I need a towel
Heard your law, you playin' the witness
You snitch and you know that it's already up
No need for talkin', cause you did enough
You break the code, lil' nigga, you done
I don't know where the new nigga from
Never runnin' off of my plug
Why would I do that if he showin' me love
I'ma spend all damn day in the trap
For the right price I'll pull up
You see me stuffin' these blues in the truck
Droppin' the top, I'ma pull up with cuz
I'ma have they ass runnin' right into the sword
Make him get to the point
Feelin' like Alonzo, I'm trainin' on Hoite
I'm givin' her good dick, it make her rejoice
I hit that sticky shit right with the finger
And they have to touch it, it's already moist
Hootin' and hollerin', losin' her voice
She say I'm controllin' 'cause I got the poise
Know that I'm chosen, but I got a choice
I've been this way since a boy
Open up music, it's fillin' a void
Hush up your mouth told her kill all that noise when my music is playin'
I'm good with the blues, just give me the Franks
I'll even take my in fifties and dubs
Can't blame a nigga who came out the Slums
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout
The f*ck is you talkin' niggas ain't up
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
F*ck is you talkin' bout (Niggas ain't up)
The f*ck is you talkin' bout
The f*ck is you talkin' niggas ain't up
I'm never stagnant and I'm always ready to go get the bread
Hope you never forgettin' this right where it's at
All of my stompers, they rep if you steppin'
We take off your head
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Writer: Robert Smalls, Rell Pina
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