Artist: Jme Album: Blam! Song: Famalam Typed by: AZ Lyrics Bad boy tune, sick lyrics Words and verbs, I don't smoke herbs Outside parked up next to the curb I've got a matte black souped up turbs Full tank, private plate Race and win, wheels and rims I used to cotch in Tatum's and Pimm's Now I jam in a recliner ting Yeah, bad boy whip Soon I'm gonna have a bad boy yard I spit deep lyrics from my bad boy lip And I get all my P from grime, hard What? Say something, say something I big up my chest, I say I'm the best Cause man's been doing this ting from way back When I used to wear two-string vests Trust me, famalam Mash up the whole party when I land Don't try come clash me badderman You must've had Jack D's and a gram Trust me, famalam Mash up the whole party when I land Don't try come clash me badderman You must've had Jack D's and a gram Deep bass, bad boy bars Lights and mics, crowds and hype Skep's on the left, Frisco's on the right Trust me, you don't wanna fight Full squad, big man ting Champs and glass, triple A pass Step onstage and mashup the dance One hand in the air like you're in class Yeah, Boy Better Know Soon, I'm gonna have a whole next ting Businessman with a bad boy flow And I get all my P from grime, ch-ching Safe, speak up, speak up I big up my chest, I say I'm the best Cause man's been doing this ting from I used to play Street Fighter 2 on the SNES Trust me, famalam Mash up the whole party when I land Don't try come clash me badderman You must've had Jack D's and a gram Trust me, famalam Mash up the whole party when I land Don't try come clash me badderman You must've had Jack D's and a gram Trust me, famalam Mash up the whole party when I land Don't try come clash me badderman You must've had Jack D's and a gram Trust me, famalam Mash up the whole party when I land Don't try come clash me badderman You must've had Jack D's OK, you wanna look in my boat? Fine You're the reason I wrote this rhyme Yo, man are baiders, man are badman Man, I ain't seen a five pound note in time Yo, you can't diss a friend of mine Trust me, you don't wanna cross this line Don't think you can stand in the background of the video Ad-libbing next man's rhyme Do you think I'm dumb? Try to boy me? Nah, that can't run Yo, you're lucky, the old Jme Bun out your chest like Jamaican rum Cause you got your name on your Nike Air Dunks Cause you got your name on your Air Force Ones You could have your name on your Reebok pumps Don't think you could ever diss man once, serious