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chubby jag - amsterdam lyrics

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hey look i’m dying on the block it’s like i’m stuck and my feet frozen
the cocaine is what i keep cooking
the rocks in my socks ’cause the crack head just keep smoking
on my mama i got the streets open
you tryin’ to hit me you gonna miss me
try to get me n-gg- keep hoping
you see them over doors reach open
i got the pipe i’m like the sniper till i find it i’ma keep scoping
i set the fire to the track these n-gg-s be smoking
got them b-tches choosing, play me you n-gg-s losing
you nothing like me i’m sorry, shout out my n-gg- ruby
the lean got me with this slow shout out my n-gg-s cruising
i got them b-tches stripping till they got the n-gg-rs grooving
trone got to turn it up then i’ma take it down
i swear we off the lap tell that b-tch don’t make a sound
these n-gg-s funny and this b-tch i got my trojan with me
yep i’m like achilles in this b-tch
couple rich n-gg-s around couple millis in this b-tch
got my cali n-gg-rs with me you know phillie in this b-tch
i know some n-gg-s that ride but never see the wheels
i know some n-gg-s that cook but never see the meals
it took a n-gg- long finally they see the skills
though i was told that i probably never see a deal
hand gun on the waist, i got the rifle clapping
these b-tches fading like a concert with michael jackson
on the top like we standing on the eiffel laughing
i be getting off the pounds there’s no lipo action
chubby, know what it is holmes
tell ’em to crown me



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