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Cjamm - Good Night (cover)

Cjamm – Good Night

Warning: NOT suited for minors

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Intro)
Circo juice in the ice cup
Doing childlike shit, but my id is of an adult’s
Who is she? I ain’t got no clue, what the fuck
Your line is so bad
Your backside is up like turn the fuck
Up in your ass

Have a good night
We having a good night
Have a good night
We having a good night

Hook)
Octagon, what a Mass
Arena, Answer, The A ((Octagon, Mass, Arena, Answer, and The A are all names of clubs in Gangnam))
Where you at huh?
Where you at

On my table, yeah on my table
Four bottles, four bitches
Red noses, Merry Christmas
Hallelujah, turn the fuck up

Verse 1)
Late night, my body’s been itching since yesterday
Can’t fool around though
Focus deeply on Nochang hyung’s beat, I’m itching
Suddenly my phone rings

Ring ring, it’s Giriboy, who’s just like me
OK, what can I do
I don’t give a shit about tomorrow
I’m 22, this is my age

Although my fame from Show me the Money has died down
I’m still a sexy boy, Me Double M got too many hoes
I’m so horny today
I may embrace you

Even if people recognize me sometimes
I go all out like a fool
If you call me now
It’ll be an unanswered call

I need to turn the fuck up
If it’s something urgent, I’ll see you there, hyung

Hook)

Verse 2)
At the floor, roll up my sleeves so that my tattoos show
Oh my god surely, God has sculpted his body
We exchange glances, she’s coming over here
She’s a fan of Giriboy, but her friend embraces me

OK, what can I do, we don’t give a shit
The week before the last, the opposite had happened
No questions no answers
We need no conversation

But this girl and that girl
They don’t leave our table
When I leave, you’ll leave with me
Would you would you ah

My place is boring, let’s go farther
Outside of the universe
Until rumors spread
We’ll spread rumors

Bridge)
Octagon, what a Mass
Arena, Answer, The A ((Octagon, Mass, Arena, Answer, and The A are all names of clubs in Gangnam))
Where you at huh?
Where you at

On my table, yeah on my table
Ten bottles, Ten bitches
More red noses, Merry fucking Christmas
Hallelujah, turn the fuck up

Verse 3)
I just wanna go to party
Wanna go to party
I just wanna see
Honey, Scarlett, Nami legs ((Possible reference to Honey Lee, Scarlett Johansson, and Nami from One Piece))

Queen, you’re dead
Call me a ‘loser in the morning, winner at night’ hoe
Until this night turns into day
Again a ‘winner in the morning, winner at night’ ho

Grade me motherfuckers
The person in my mirror is fucking awesome
Candle fire, I’m a Super Saiyan
Shit drink and smoke til the sun rises

Have to do this much to be considered rapper shit
That’s enough, gather your outer garment sis
Throw it away friends from now on 19+
Excuse my impishness, ready action shh

Cjamm - Yello Card! (Feat. Keebo & BeWhy) cover

Cjamm (feat. Keebo, BewhY) – Yello Card

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Hook)
Yello Yello Yello Card
Yello Yello Yello Card
Yello Yello Yello Card
Come on bitches
Fuckers show me what you got

Yello Yello Yello Card
Yello Yello Yello Card
Yello Yello Yello Card
There is no tomorrow
Bitches fuckers spend ya time

Verse 1: Cjamm)
Guys go down, hip dance
Ladies let down their hair
As if they’re showing off
Let yourself loose

Stretch your arms out long and shake them
This is a game dance
We sexy bros Yello gang
Criminals shaking up the rules

Receive harsh gazes from the stiffened guys
You doin right
Why do the cool guys have to be concerned about the gazes of
The losers who don’t know how to have fun

See a sexy lady
Don’t hesitate, grind, grind, tight
Keep it up, my work
Ballin like I’m Kobe Bryant

Loathe those who only know how to act conceited
If you see a guy you like
Ask him first for his number
No need to act
Just open your heart

Do you like hip hop by any chance?
Then turn up
Why are you scared already
Everybody’s clumsy at some point

Shake it, hurry up
Time is free, but I won’t linger
There is no tomorrow

Bitches fuckers spend ya time
Come on bitches
Fuckers show me what you got

Hook)

Verse 2: Keebo)
Short height but big ball
Obviously dick long
Don’t need a pretty face
Bad bitches, go crazy

This feeling I have
You probably feel it too
No need to say it in words
Let your instincts take over your body

Us three gathered here
Follow us
Yello Yello Yello swag
Let’s dance yay yay

Shake that ass, twerk it
Left and right dougie style
As if we’re high, crazily dance
As if we’re going to devour everything, krumping

BewhY places his identity on his pants
It’s the true religion
True religion
Yello young boss

Engrave it in your heart
Let’s play for real, gather as one
Those who are bad at playing come here
Don’t space out, watch and learn

Those who are flying and crawling
Come here and grab my hands
Turn up to the max
Volume up to the max

Raise your arms, put them right by your ears, up high
Yello card

Hook)

Verse 3: BewhY)
Live for Jesus
Jesus says
Worry about tomorrow when tomorrow comes
Each day has enough trouble of its own

I let it all go within me
Other thoughts don’t exist
Only this moment, my goal
To enjoy myself while sweating, jump

I am proud of this passion
This is our image
Jump crazily enough to get a yello card

Expose your armpit, raise your arms
So that your sweat gets on everyone within a 10m radius
Jump, have fun, the real stage is beneath your feet
The one who ruins this by being fake
Go home after smelling my body odor

Clap clap clap
Clap ya and turn up turn up
If you aren’t collapsing
Your fitness is sufficient

Rather than worrying
I just break your neck
In the club
This place is a straw mat for you

Hook)