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JAM! Video (MV)




Performed By: Hell's Savior
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Jahven Barnett




Hell's Savior - JAM! Lyrics




Can't even believe that she left, yeah, yeah
Cold neck, it's baguettes, I'm the coldestnigga here
Young man, make her wet, how you the oldest nigga here?
I'ma make your bitch sweat, f*ck her face, get a tear
Turn this up, baby, this my jam
I tatted reapers on my body, I don't care
Gun go balm, gun go balm, gun go balm

You know damn well, I don't care, hell
Hottest here, only money maker here
How much do you make a year? I just spent that on some gear
Revolver gun, keep it near, metal on me, engineer
Tell me what's the matter, dear? 'Cause I could make 'em disappear
Russian gun, Vladimir, Oppenheimer dropping here
I don't see a Batman, I'll start robbing here
They think I'm a bad man so my gun finna blow

I'm too cold, you know the reaper on my body with the bones
You know the Nina on my body, it's a hoe
'Cause I know she love to bust, love to blow

Can't even believe that she left, yeah, yeah
Cold neck, it's baguettes, I'm the coldest nigga here
Young man, make her wet, how you the oldest nigga here?
I'ma make your bitch sweat, f*ck her face, get a tear
Turn this up, baby, this my jam
I tatted reapers on my body, I don't care
Gun go blam, gun go blam, gun go balm

I'm that mass nigga with a gun
How you from the hood nigga where you from?
I ain't from the hood, nigga, are you dumb?
I just grew up really f*cked up
Free my nigga Zay, got locked up
Hit 'em with the ray, make 'em cha-cha
Cousin got the shoes, Balenciaga
Kill rocking hearts, Comme des Garçons
My nigga Pulse, he with your mom
My nigga CJ, he with the mob
We pulling up like Hobbes and Shaw
Liu Kang, I been feeling immortal like God, nigga
Got more money than Vought, money tighter than a nose, knot, nigga
I'm shock'em like I'm Zeus, fly, nigga
I was gripping on my tool, you shot, nigga

I'm too cold, you know the reaper on my body with the bones
You know the Na on my body, it's a hoe
Cause I know she love to bust, love to blow

Can't even believe that she left, yeah, yeah
Cold neck, it's baguettes, I'm the coldest nigga here
Young man, make her wet, how you the oldest nigga here?
I'ma make your bitch sweat, f*ck her face, get a tear
Turn this up, baby, this my jam
I tatted reapers on my body, I don't care
Gun go balm, gun go balm, gun go balm
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English

Can't even believe that she left, yeah, yeah
Cold neck, it's baguettes, I'm the coldestnigga here
Young man, make her wet, how you the oldest nigga here?
I'ma make your bitch sweat, f*ck her face, get a tear
Turn this up, baby, this my jam
I tatted reapers on my body, I don't care
Gun go balm, gun go balm, gun go balm

You know damn well, I don't care, hell
Hottest here, only money maker here
How much do you make a year? I just spent that on some gear
Revolver gun, keep it near, metal on me, engineer
Tell me what's the matter, dear? 'Cause I could make 'em disappear
Russian gun, Vladimir, Oppenheimer dropping here
I don't see a Batman, I'll start robbing here
They think I'm a bad man so my gun finna blow

I'm too cold, you know the reaper on my body with the bones
You know the Nina on my body, it's a hoe
'Cause I know she love to bust, love to blow

Can't even believe that she left, yeah, yeah
Cold neck, it's baguettes, I'm the coldest nigga here
Young man, make her wet, how you the oldest nigga here?
I'ma make your bitch sweat, f*ck her face, get a tear
Turn this up, baby, this my jam
I tatted reapers on my body, I don't care
Gun go blam, gun go blam, gun go balm

I'm that mass nigga with a gun
How you from the hood nigga where you from?
I ain't from the hood, nigga, are you dumb?
I just grew up really f*cked up
Free my nigga Zay, got locked up
Hit 'em with the ray, make 'em cha-cha
Cousin got the shoes, Balenciaga
Kill rocking hearts, Comme des Garçons
My nigga Pulse, he with your mom
My nigga CJ, he with the mob
We pulling up like Hobbes and Shaw
Liu Kang, I been feeling immortal like God, nigga
Got more money than Vought, money tighter than a nose, knot, nigga
I'm shock'em like I'm Zeus, fly, nigga
I was gripping on my tool, you shot, nigga

I'm too cold, you know the reaper on my body with the bones
You know the Na on my body, it's a hoe
Cause I know she love to bust, love to blow

Can't even believe that she left, yeah, yeah
Cold neck, it's baguettes, I'm the coldest nigga here
Young man, make her wet, how you the oldest nigga here?
I'ma make your bitch sweat, f*ck her face, get a tear
Turn this up, baby, this my jam
I tatted reapers on my body, I don't care
Gun go balm, gun go balm, gun go balm
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Writer: Jahven Barnett
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