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ambush buzzworl - a.m.b. (intrill) lyrics

[intro]
yeah
big bad bush wit’ the+ uh
coulda been a mizzy or a+
brizzy in a+
coulda been a+
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
big bad with the bag, look
coulda been a mizzy or a mac book
came, a half a brizzy in a bag, look
cah we really livin’ what i rap, good, uh
[?] million dollars, that good
caught so many cases, man, it’s giving man a bad look
meet me in the states cah a n+gga spit it that good
and it’s that real
federales k!ll my n+gga and i’m mad still
how my n+gga k!ll my brother and it’s that real?
i’on really know if n+ggas know how that feels
sh+t’s trippy dawg, it’s like a i took a bad pill
paink!ller take the pain like advil, uh
pain like the rave get cancelled
‘member when we make the rave get cancelled
how you knock out my boy ’cause we knocked out some corn? yeah, cancelled
corn for a bouncer and corn for your dad still
boxes of corn, got corn for your gang still
talk less but we done more
tongue pressed on your mum’s floor
armed jakes at the front door
i’ll sent apes to your front door
n+ggas runnin’ off with money like i won’t make time to come find your bloodcart n+gga
[bridge]
but what i’m really tryna figure
is how my cousin’s shootin’ up my n+ggas
told the [?] they ain’t my n+ggas cah i’on f+ck wit’ n+ggas
i’m a family man so f+ck n+ggas (f+ck n+ggas), f+ck n+ggas (ah)
we the best and n0body touching us
and we blessed cah we keep the love with us
no gas but we keep the pump wit’ us, yo

[verse 2]
yeah, yeah, i keep the pump with me
ask my brudda, i’m the hardest in my city (hardest)
no bias, ’cause he ain’t lyin’ to me
look me in my eyes, i can tell these n+ggas frightened of me (shook)
this tape’s about my life and my environment (uh+uh)
and the way i see things (the way i see things)
and see the way i see things? (see things)
i’m coming for it all, i got these b+tches by their g+strings
yo, yeah, and it’s a+m+b, uh (it’s a+m)
i’m about my business, yeah (about my business)
still around mad bricks, what?
you can ask my brudda, huh
at my best (at my best), soon gon’ discover
you ain’t f+ckin’ with me (ain’t f+ckin’ with me), can suck your+

[outro]
and it’s a+m
with the a+m
buzzworl (buzzworl, buzzworl)
rrrr

- ambush buzzworl lyrics

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