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amp too real - mlk lyrics

[intro: amp]

[verse 1: amp]

ok i have a dream one day i’ll be riding around in dem porsches, engine with the horses
have a bad bit that like to pop it, cause she know that boy amp got it
and she know it’s profit, so she suck me sloppy
and she call me big daddy, and i ain’t gonna lie sometimes i be dreaming about them caddies
i be dreaming bout them rovers, i be dreaming bout that chauffeur
i have a dream that, that chauffeur gonna ride me around in that rover
like a soldier i be toting that cannon, just in case sh-t get hectic [f-ck]
and i have a dream that these boys want me to fail, but they can go to h-ll
and that sh-t dea real, my name is amp too real
i be gettin’ that guap, whew loud got me twisted like a door kn-b
like a shark i be chasing that bait, that bait is success and cake
i can’t wait, it’s been way to long
i got dream of gettin’ to the throne, and take it home
and put my n-ggas on, like wayne and them
hand the checks out, like birdman and slim
have my n-ggas like d-mn amp you goin in, you is the sh-t
you need a toilet a diaper or what my n-gga
i say no i’m trynna go big and get rich and get out of the trap my n-gga

[bridge]

[verse 2: sammy yi]

yeah b-tch i’m k!llin’ it, i know i’m feelin’ it
i can do anything, money i’m gettin’ it
did too much blow, and now i’m regrettin’ it
everything pretty, i get many compliments
oh my god, there goes amp and that asian kid named sammy
with two hoes, they from my miami
f-ck them at the same time, double whammy
after the night i had, i might need a plan b
and ever since macklemore, man f-ck winning a grammy
i just want money and mansions
and cars and girls only wearing their panties and bras
baby you down with the crew or nah, cause i need naked b-tches like it’s mardi gras
and that’s that nawlins, baby i’m balling
and i can just hear it, the money is callin’
and we gonna keep growin’, we never fallin’
the dab in the blunt, got me feelin’ r-t-rded
cars with automatic starts, suped with carbon fiber parts
it is a feast from the beats i eat, i’m no where done my stomach needs more

- amp too real lyrics

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