ambjaay - rumors lyrics
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
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