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Listen to Julio (Remix) (feat. Rick Ross & Jucee Froot) : https://lilbam.ffm.to/julioremix Follow Lil Bam: / _lilbam2x / _lilbam2x / lilbam2x / _lilbam2x BAM 1st VERSE Draw down like the cops, freeze Run me my fee Talkin' 'bout you trappin', your better be cheap We'll go 'cross your head for a P I got his ho, she down on her knees Like Megan Thee Stallion, a freak I just cashed out, but it's like it was free 'Cause I ran that back up in a week Dolce Gabbana, Dior on my feet My pockets got stung by a bee I keep the blue with the blue and the pink with the pink When I spread it, m lookin' neat I rock the Dickie suit with the Ree Got some money, but still in the street I'm a real Avondale, free Bleek Popeyes and Rally’s, I want somethin' to eat CHORUS Walk in the room and I smell like the Girbaud My strapped up like Girbaud Real pimp, so I stick to the code Make these get it off the floor Catchin' plays in the A, Julio All the way down the field 'til I score Ridin' around gettin' my sucked in the Ghost Off the Perc', 'bout to run off the road JUCEE Flexed up in this bitch, like I’m striking a pose No picture, I say that I'm froze I’m balling, I don’t need a goal I keep a K, I ain't talking no gold so good he sellin' his soul Now he all up under my posts Switchin’ these like I’m switchin' my clothes Bitch I’m a P, I repeat like a quote, woah Dropping’ like hit for a hit I get that dough like bricks, yea And I be fresher than mint I drop a bag on a fit, yea VVS' on my wrist Bitch I’m whippin' like some grits be talking all this shit But they wont talk it to the stick, yea Lotta choppas, think I’m El Chapo Where the street at, where the narcos Only comin' for the guapo Get a knot, give a plane like he macho I’m dripping like cilantro These be sipping my drip like a punch bowl I beat it, like congo I walk in a room in and it drum like a drumroll ROSS Presidential Rolex and it’s gold Where I live at is bigger than Lowe’s 100 bricks I just get on the road Break it down let it go up your nose Heavy Ice so I put on a coat 50 rounds I might let this go 100 million I made that my goal But Goddamn I’m Just so mighty close Another got shot down Heinous act by a real All you boys getting boxed out And Ima show u just how I deal with you Scrutinized by the DEA Such a threat with my real killers Went to war and this years later they still feel it New watch another 80 on it Tom Brady whole label on it Halftime went to Carolina Then Maryland put a razor on it another fake opponent boy putting make up on it Beef with me Ima wack Still hands on and puttin paper on it