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ambjaay – bout it lyrics

ay, it cost to live like this you hear me
ayy, i keep it 111, cause i’m from the ase soon as you get pape, watch these n+ggas hate
ayy, i’d rather hang alone before i act fake if that b+tch ain’t tryna f+ck, i tell that
hoe to skate it’s a different type of feelin, when them
bands all in your face all my cousins doing time, hope they may weather they cases

even if i wasn’t hunted up, i still won’t do
no changing beat the cat , she havin’ flashbacks, like
she that’s so raving off+white on my body, it’s a cold situation
and my jacket say suprеme, but i might come botega

yеah, that glock got a beam, i don’t even gotta chase him
couple hundred for the jeans, yeah, i’m going kanye crazy
ayy, ayy, she just wanna f+ck, cause i’m young and turnt
ayy, ayy, i’m in my own lane, i ain’t gotta merge

i got bands all in my pocket, yeah, i think it’s time to splurge
baby, you wanna f+ck the drip off me, i think she tryna surf
when you ain’t got that bread, all these b+tches start actin like birds
pull up in them benz, skrt, skrt, let it kiss the curb

boy, if you don’t think i’m really one of the ones, you got some nerves
i’m that guy, man, i’m not gon’ lie, fly as n+gga on earth
switchy and hit him, 4+5, bake him like a chicken
yeah, b+tch, i’m comin different, gettin money, my ambition
pieces cold, yeah, they hittin, it’s a cold life i’m livin
baby, i could build you up, but you gotta play your position
i’m a drip junkie, i can wear whatever, got decisions
it’s the get+back, man, they got me muggin’ like a gremlin

i need a tic+tac to where i’m talking sh+t, i be trippin
yeah, i got that sh+t on me, yeah, i feel like big sh+tty
yeah, yeah, i’m young and turnt, yeah, yeah, she want a purse
baby, know that i’m a flirt, got her pullin on my shirt

i’ve been gridin for a while, man, this sh+t just gotta work
ay, i’m winnin in the league, they know amb comin first
balenci b’s cost a thousand, i grew up in public housing
stack that money like a mountain, don’t want that b+tch, cause she childish

i named that choppa, master p, little b+tch, we bout it, bout it
blue cheese, i count it, count it, my neck water like a fountain
on gang
ay, it cost to live like this you hear me

- ambjaay lyrics

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