"Walk With These" Lyrics- Sam Adams ft. Curren$y Spitta

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(Curren$y)

Yeahhhh

Wit no further ado

Wait for what

When I already told you to walk with these

Guess you want me to lace em up for ya too

I only give the game to a chosen few

Walk so smooth you’d think I was rollin through

Stay in my lanes, size seven bowling shoes

High to a level, eleven’s Columbia blue

God so, Range Rove, lights cut to the floor

Camera’s cut to the driver

Something foreign, gorgeous passin the lighter

Life is a movie, I'm the star and the writer

Bitches pursue me, the freak I bring it out em

Seduce and lower the whip, she cant hide how bad she wan’ ride it

The serve, the Jets, we life as private as face

No one fly’s besides us

Getting money no crews eat besides us

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(Sam Adams)

No motor skills

Puffin on headband

Realist style roll another one up damn

Cause we tryin to fly tonight 

Getting money no one besides us right

No one besides us right

Beats to smash out tracks on the line man

No foot prints we floating in the sky damn

Cause we tryin to fly tonight

Getting money no one besides us right

My bad

I flipped the whole game on its head

Got Billboard backing me, rumors dead

Interview crews come shootin’ at my head

And don’t you wish it was you that got placed instead

Don’t you wish it was you that got haters all red

Tickets at the door come shaking their heads, Uhh

News flash you mad I brewed cash 

overnight fuck that bitch it wasn’t that fast

most dudes hated got son’d I’m dad

got white kids blastin my shit I’m rad

Extra extra Sammy’s on

Stop never puffed heavy til the early morn

Elevator to the top no help from ya’ll

And I’m aiming for the sky scrapers oh so tall, uhh

Save yourself the text or call

When me and Spitta in the ring we gon’ box em all

Yeah Fresh2deathdaily.com 

No motor skills

Puffin on headband

Realist style roll another one up damn

Cause we tryin to fly tonight 

Getting money no one besides us right

No one besides us right

Beats to smash out tracks on the line man

No foot prints we floating in the sky damn

Cause we tryin to fly tonight

Getting money no one besides us right

No one besides us right

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Frat Star Lyrics- Sam Adams

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Frat Star Lyrics- Sam Adams (Prod. By Clinton Sparks)

Sammy Adams

First Round

Frat Music

Clinton Sparks

Yeah, let’s go

With me these girls wanna party

I’ve never seen them so attracted hardly

Got me stuck on your face and body but, really girl I’m just tryin to party

With me these girls wanna party

I’ve never seen them so attracted hardly

Got me stuck on your face and body but, really girl I’m just tryin to party

Get down with a frat star

You won’t regret it the morning after

You will if you decided to pass up

The chance to get high like NASA

Partying my ass off and it’s only startin to get faster

And now that I’m a rapper girl, maybe you should capture

Me, like a picture get the message that im sending

Any relationship gets ended

When it comes to girls yeah I get plenty

I’m a frat star

Surrounding girls in laughter

Cause I’m on a level way past ya

Sorry I already lapped ya

Some say I’m conceded but really they just some hatin’ bastards

They mad I do it right but the way they do their shit is backwards

So girl come get at us 

I promise that you’ll get mad love

I run this campus anyway baby, I got this wrapped up

Cause you been on my radar

Let me take you home tell your friends youll see ‘em lata

I’m just down the road couple blocks its nothing major

If you wanna go then lets roll and escape ma

Promise this wont take long

With me these girls wanna party

I’ve never seen them so attracted hardly

Got me stuck on your face and body but, really girl I’m just tryin to party

With me these girls wanna party

I’ve never seen them so attracted hardly

Got me stuck on your face and body but, really girl I’m just tryin to party

Late night I’m fucked up tryin to find the exit

I keep on shakin my head while I’m on this between the legs shit

Drinkin to get reckless

Dancing to impress with

Pounding natty lights baby its nothing but the bestest

Oh oh a bad night 

Take her back to the pad right

Cause my t-shirt is mad white

With all these fuckin black lights

Other girls gonna get mad tight

And I aint even that black right now now

So no way I’m goin down down

Kanye told you college sucks so you should drop out out

But me im gonna finish just to make my parents proud proud

I’m just getting loved you must have the wrong crowd crowd

And if you better yes being ___? look at us now now

Cause you been on my radar

Let me take you home tell your friends youll see ‘em lata

I’m just down the road couple blocks its nothing major

If you wanna go then lets roll and escape ma

Promise this wont take long

With me these girls wanna party

I’ve never seen them so attracted hardly

Got me stuck on your face and body but, really girl I’m just tryin to party

With me these girls wanna party

I’ve never seen them so attracted hardly

Got me stuck on your face and body but, really girl I’m just tryin to party

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"Poker Face Remix" Lyrics- Sam Adams

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Poker Face Remix Lyrics- Sam Adams


Samuel Adams
Pa pa pa poker face
I got my poker face on
So let’s talk business
I’m all about my image
And my lines are endless, so endless uhh


Pokerface and its Monday
Cause in my mind I knew this would happen one day
As I search and reverse on the runway
For an office attempting to have me dumbed pay
Confident oh yeah babe I never gas
College introduced itself, already passed
Now the world is my punching bag skeptical that if I even get in the ring I could Everlast
So high up now I hope I never crash
Don Cheadle with Oceans Eleven cash
Soon I wont have L’s that I need to pass
Just hit the teller and tell her to deposit that yup
Mic’s on and the camera flashed
All the A and R’s hear it and they off their ass
Like hold up can he run it back?
Question mark no clue I could run a track



So let’s talk business
I’m all about my image
And my lines are endless, so endless uhh
I got my poker face on
So let’s talk business
I’m all about my image
And my lines are endless, so endless uhh


Uhh
Behind the Q like a running back
Track coach at the competish running laps
While they gettin rich thick chick on they laps
Im goin’ in makin hits on my fuckin Mac
Outta nowhere Wizzy like a shark attack
Great white boy lookey whose runnin rap
Certainly don’t need a chain or a fuckin strap
1987 when my chord detached, uhhh
cutting tracks outta my garage
cant imagine cutting down my entourage
so many boys need a hundred cars
blacked out but still go a hundred bars
I’m a human being nope not from Mars
Record labels see me humble but I got my flaws flaws flaws


So let’s talk business
I’m all about my image
And my lines are endless, so endless ho
I got my poker face on
So let’s talk business
I’m all about my image
And my lines are endless, so endless uhh

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Heads Will Roll Remix Lyrics- Sam Adams

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(Yeah Yeah Yeah’s)

Glitter on the west streets

Silver over everything

The rivers all wet

You’re all chrome

(Sam Adams)

Heads gon’ roll remix

Party Records

Sammy Adams, I’m on

Bees knees lil homie, I’m the item 9,

Yup you get slapped like a ***** if you outta line,

Cross joints so that piff that leave me in the sky

No shoes goddamn well I guess its time to fly

And we can go in on fuckin anything

You and your boy want techno rap or country fuckin rnb

Don’t compare homeboys to me I’m in another genre

Way out their galaxy

Ya’ll can never see me

No, never played my game

You never roll them dice and you gon never learn a thang

I, I do my thang, for the 617 mang

It’s the Boston Boy killin it you know aint nothing changed

I’m back on the radio but they don’t see my chains,

I might have something trendy but keep it baggy in my jeans

Party Records on the scene,

Bitches scream for two hours in a dream

The bass drops cracks eat a pill and be a fiend, I’m on

(Yeah Yeah Yeah’s)

Glitter on the west streets

Silver over everything

The rivers all wet

You’re all chrome

Oh, here’s the part when rock come in

Hey they killed another damn track again

Haters it’s the same old me hi friends

Still mad I’m up in the spot with Sam

Got my chance, locked it in

Now girls wanna interlock with him

But I just pass ‘em, Utah Jazz ‘em,

Yup John Stockton that

Peligrino bubbly and Vodka I don’t know what I’m gon get

You choose cause I disagree with the prices in this bitch, yeah

White boy who can tie a tie

But the benefits I’ll rip up her dude alive

Underdog, unthanks to your homies lies

Heard the Cinderella team won’t be surprised

I cant stop trippin

Over a milli when I’m remixin’

Write so high that every time the pen be finished

That the paper lights up

And Matty got the bass and mic up

Blow trees to the face and get stuck

Blow trees to the face and get stuck

Blow trees to the face and get stuck

Cause we on

(Yeah Yeah Yeah’s)

Glitter on the west streets

Silver over everything

The rivers all wet

You’re all chrome

(Yeah Yeah Yeah’s)

Glitter on the west streets

Silver over everything

The rivers all wet

You’re all chrome

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"Swang" Lyrics- Sam Adams- BostonsBoy

“Swang”

Sam Adams

Yeah

Sammy Adams

Swang your drank

But if you ballin’ swing that bottle

Yeah

(x2)

Swang your drank if you ballin’ swing a bottle

We up in the club get your girl back tomorrow

Cause we get it poppin’ only hittin’ models

If you aint a ten, get your hands off my bottle

I’m up in the club chillin with a couple twelves

Bottles of that goose rollin up a couple L’s

Heaven bound I dunno I might go to hell

Cause you know im a sinner baby girl you couldn’t tell

Now im a get my mind get my mind get my mind right

Or to not be the man, catch me in the limelight

Catch me at my table

Standing on the joint two cords and my mic and my mac I’m connected like cable

Shawty swang your drank to the side then drop it

I can fill you up my supplies not stopping

Cause we hit the club and its just like shoppin’

Any bottle that you like girl go cop it

(x2)

Swang your drank if you ballin’ swing a bottle

We up in the club get your girl back tomorrow

Cause we get it poppin’ only hittin’ models

If you aint a ten, get your hands off my bottle

Yeah, VIP and your girls tryin to roll

She bout 26 chick you a little old

Not to mention that you only care bout my dough

Or the fact I can spit it any stage any show

We livin in the world that they say is so cold

But life’s good baby cause my champagne gold

My girls stay hot when the winder time goes

And they all know who they are they aint nothing if they don’t

(?) Versace shoes with a black dress matchin

three bottles poured up call that a hat trick, yeah

Just wanna see you jump til your knees cant bend

My entourage deep so you’ll need your friends

Hop up in the BM wit the toups on stand?

Foot on the rims that’s what we be in

Like what you see baby please come taste it

Not a Jersey boy but I am The Situation©

(x2)

Swang your drank if you ballin’ swing a bottle

We up in the club get your girl back tomorrow

Cause we get it poppin’ only hittin’ models

If you aint a ten, get your hands off my bottle

Swang ya drank

Swang ya bottle

Swang ya drank

Swang ya bottle

Swang ya drank

Swang ya bottle

(Hook x2)

Uhhh, see our bottles never run out

Maybe your drinks do, hahaaaaa

That’s why we got bottle service baby all night

O yeahhh

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"Comin' Up" Lyrics- Sam Adams--BostonsBoy!

“Comin’ Up” Lyrics

Sam Adams- Boston’s Boy

Sammy Adams

Comin’ up comin up

Yeah

Boston,

Matty Trump

Yeah

Uhh uhh uhh uhh...

I’m comin’ up

I’m comin’ up all in

Runnin’ in lines from L.A. to Boston

Can’t stop and I told you I promise that you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter

Nope hotter, hotter

Ain’t nobody that’s hotter

Whaddup haters I’m back so how’s my dick taste

I’m spittin’ grimy like months without toothpaste

Never thought of mixing blood with my confidence

See whats in my city showin love to me’s a consequence

Cause my wealth’s coming whether not you liking it

Felt like the tip of the pen detected counterfeit, Like

You’re girl ain’t never heard of me, Psych

Cause she prolly searched the world for me

Ha haha I laugh on tracks

You burst veins to go hard cause your ass can’t rap

Bout to take off see the stripes and the stars

Out my window plane flyin’ in the air pitch dark, pitch dark

I’m comin’ up

I’m comin’ up all in

Runnin’ in lines from L.A. to Boston

Can’t stop and I told you I promise that you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter

Nope hotter, hotter

Ain’t nobody that’s hotter

I told me parents that I was gonna get some

Hop on stage and get higher than a jet son

Getting loved homie why you never get none

Born to the game never posed as a stepson

I’m that dude on iTunes what’s next shit

Rewind the track one time before I exit

Like I could give a fuck

Really what ya’ll think

Destiny is blessin’ bartender gimme a tall drank

So I can fade out

Dreams of being played out

City radio I’m good at lookin’ how I made out

On this road my Pop’s paved

Telling me to do what I love so now I’m on stage

Taking shots I’m just tryin’ to get ‘em on cage

Comin’ up hard see the numbers on the fan page

Can’t stop cause they want him on the airwaves

Late night in Boston, west coast into LA

I’m comin’ up

I’m comin’ up all in

Runnin’ in lines from L.A. to Boston

Can’t stop and I told you I promise that you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter

Nope hotter, hotter

Ain’t nobody that’s hotter

And my skyline’s so contagious

Jet fuel on my tongue ain’t hungover cause I’m wasted

Chewing on success so close I can taste it

Came too far homie feel like im’a make it

Yeah, and you know I’m gon get him

Agencies talking never can forget him

Slowly moving strong in positions that I’m winning

Better let em know, Sammy Adams yeah tell ‘em!

I’m comin’ up

I’m comin’ up all in

Runnin’ in lines from L.A. to Boston

Can’t stop and I told you I promise that you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter

Nope hotter, hotter

Ain’t nobody that’s hotter

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"Coast to Coast" Lyrics- Sam Adams

“Coast To Coast” Lyrics

Sam Adams

Sammy Adams

Coast to Coast

Lifestyle switchin’ 

The illest up in the business

I’m hoping to make a killin’ 

Get at me, get at me

Goin’ coast to coast, 

Goin’ coast to coast we goin’

Coast to coast

Coast to coast

I’m not being mean, just being me

Costa, Sinatra get on my team

Girls see me say OMG

He’s back on flights going overseas

Not rich but a spot to be

Got a new balance and my swagger cheese

Rather be in Ack with a pound of trees

Never been down and you cannot see

Girl problems, you think you have some?

Hit the beach you, won’t have none

Big dreams here, you know Platinum

Checks never deposit just cash ‘em

Summertime 888 Vodka

Goin out with my boys lookin proper

Used to be at the bottom with the other lobsters

Now I’m in the sky like birds and helicopters

Lifestyle switchin’ 

The illest up in the business

I’m hoping to make a killin’ 

Get at me, get at me

Goin’ coast to coast, 

Goin’ coast to coast we goin’

Coast to coast

Coast to coast

On flights traveling to play songs

Two things iPod and my Dre’s on

Two things on my mind at the same time

Gotta go both coasts on the same song

Gotta kill shit

No limit

I spit my heart out cause it’s in it 

And the bridge is, the beginnin’

Yeah, something like keys to my ignition

Come fly, yeah get a boarding pass

Too busy all day can’t go to class

Still getting good grades know I’m gonna pass

Hit the West coast, I’m leaving Mass

Domestic, I got a press kit

Side life every girl’s impressed with

Girls frontin’ like they wont have sex with me?  

Haha, yeah right!

(Repeat x2)

Lifestyle switchin’ 

The illest up in the business

I’m hoping to make a killin’ 

Get at me, get at me

Goin’ coast to coast, 

Goin’ coast to coast we goin’

Coast to coast

Coast to coast

Sammy Adams

Catch me in Boston, Miami, LA, San Diego, Tokyo

Yeah, it’s the new shit

Coast to Coast

Cause that’s where we be

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"Just Love Here" Lyrics- Sam Adams (Wiz)

“Just Love Here” Lyrics- Sam Adams (Wiz)

Sammy Adams

I, I got so much to say

Don’t even know how to say it

All this hype, all this noise

I’m ready

First stop high school rookie

Not a single fan writing rhymes playing hookie

Back around the time Fred Durst got nookie

Couple years before my ass had ever seen pussy

Yeah, young Sammy with a fantasy

Found my mind first time I blew a gram of tree

Used to hate on my brotha cause I didn’t see

That good weed made a shackled man feel free 

But they could never see that, nope

And my music seemed weak

Embarrassed to play me tracks embarrassed to be me

Yeah, stepped up with my levels on the beats

Made a damn anthem for my high school team

But no features, packed bleachers, hearing myself blast out of car speakers

And that’s when I started to believe and finally realized I should let myself succeed

I should let myself succeed

(Hook)

And when I leave stage

And the limelight

And the groupie girls

When the times right

And I fly home back to my life

With my fam around me yeah it sounds right

When I leave LA with my mind right

On a couch at home for the whole night

No drugs here, just love here

Just love here

Next stop tears in my eyes

Remembering the person I was so set to disguise

Packing up for college no parents at the time

Starting a new chapter of Sammy Adams life

Write, and my got better

Spittin everyday new vocabs clever

I Hate College allowed me to enter

The realm of popularity I thought I’d reach never

Ever, and loves an endeavor

I want my girl to love me but my music wont let her

Chasing all my dreams while I float like a feather

Yeah, and my grades going south,

But as an intellectual I needed to get out so

I visited to see what it was bout

And being close to Boston it made a better route

These fake ass promoters stay running their mouth

Reacting to what they say with a handful of doubt, ouch

(Hook)

And when I leave stage

And the limelight

And the groupie girls

When the times right

And I fly home back to my life

With my fam around me yeah it sounds right

When I leave LA with my mind right

On a couch at home for the whole night

No drugs here, just love here

Just love here

Third stop, waiting at my gate,

This home sick feeling is something I cant shake

But make no mistake I was born to do this

Born to make music, boy I’m gon’ prove it

I can’t sleep on the flight

Which isn’t helping out cause I can’t sleep at night

And even with some Ambien a half of bar bites(?)

Consumes my damn stomach which continues to be tight

Yeah, and my dreams will ignite

On hooks while we fight

Fan base broad, real click slight

Focused on point I’m tryin to live right

Right and I’m about to graduate

And all these agencies know how to aggravate,

I wish they would just leave me alone

I just wanna go home

I just wanna go home

(but I also want the throne)

(Hook)

And when I leave stage

And the limelight

And the groupie girls

When the times right

And I fly home back to my life

With my fam around me yeah it sounds right

When I leave LA with my mind right

On a couch at home for the whole night

No drugs here, just love here

Just love here

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