Heads Will Roll Remix Lyrics- Sam Adams

"Heads Will Roll Remix"- Sam Adams: Download

(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

"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

"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

"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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