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ambjaay - rumors كلمات أغنية

yeah, ganggang, gang, gang, yeah, yeah
ay, i’m like a n_gga on the scene
i’m like a n_gga on the scene
ay, cost to live like this, you hear me

n_ggas start hangin’, then start spreadin’ rumors
chop a lyft a n_gga, then leave in a uber
timberland how a, young n_gga f_ckin’ boot her
teach a n_gga how to drip like i’m a tutor

before the foreign, i was ridin’ on a f_ckin’ scooter
get out my way, i got a kay, b_tch, i feel like luda
big bands and the stuff right under the buddha
chop a blam, he goin’ down, he must be stupid

suit on with a stick, tony montana
hoes wanna f_ck, i got a bag like i’m santa
two b_tches with me, split him like a f_ckin’ sandwich
chop a hold, a bandana, and it do damage

after i hit, i’m gettin’ ghost danny phantom
wild out with his b_tch like i’m nick cannon
yeah, she gon’ shake that ass with no hands
oh, d_mn, no thanksgiving, i go ham

amb, bust down, tell her, get with the program
d_ck in her mouth, i had to beat a b_tch throat down
up now, i can’t slow down
young joc with a glock, it could go down
n_ggas, my son, they wanna cop me and pace me
i’m goin’ dumb, blowin’ bands like a ac
n_ggas switchin’ f_ckin’ teams like they kd
one hundrerd and amb till they take me

bust down, i can shower with my jewelry on
get out my way, stanly, feelin’ like i’m mr. jones
when he caught sh_t, talker be her ringtone
n_ggas be hatin’, they need to leave me alone

it’s my money and i need it now
b_tches like fast food, they in and out
i put d_ck in her mouth
i’m the one your b_tch talk about, i’m dripping

people be fake, i keep it distance, like, who is it
open the door, chopper, gon’ hit him like who trippin’
throwin’ fast shots like i’m pitchin’
n_ggas be cappin’, man, these n_ggas fishing

i came from nothin’, she wanna f_ck, cause my cuban bussin’
f_ckin’, i’m on the scene, i leave it bl__dy, he dunking
mc hammer, you can’t touch this diamonds
dancin’ like my wrist went clubbin’, he dunking

ballin’ ten summers, dj mustard, he love her
she gon’ set the d_ck like a sucker
f_ck it, pocket rocket, gettin’ snucked in
yeah, b_tch and n_gga need more bands
chopsticks and billies, you know we tote them
dunk in a b_tch p_ssy, i leave a broke rim
flex up, yeah, no gym
lookin’ like a bad one, a young n_gga rollin’ gang

n_ggas start hatin’, then start spreadin’ rumors
chop a lyft a n_gga then leave in a uber
timberland how a, young n_gga f_ckin’ boot her
teach a n_gga how to drip like i’m a tutor

before the foreign, i was ridin’ on a f_ckin’ scooter
get out my way, i got a kay, b_tch, i feel like luda
big bands and the stuff right under the buddha
chop a blam he, goin’ down, he must be stupid

ay it cost to live like this, you hear me
hold up
gang, gang, gang, gang
yeah, man, yeah, them n_ggas hunnids right there

them ain’t even hunnids, them twenties, my bad
ooh, i dropped the twenty, my bad

- ambjaay

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