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ghostface killah - amsterdam lyrics

[intro: ghostface k!llah (trife diesel)]
that’s right, y’all
theodore, ghostface in the building!
yeah, yo, eh+yo..

[verse 1: ghostface k!llah]
we out here in amsterdam
blowin’ weed up in the coffee shops, the munchies give me massive cramps
in the red light district, carryin’ biscuits
the mac+11’ll take plutonium, crisp sh+t
in the benz cab, we got hash in little plastic bags
flabs of chalk, we buying up halves
and we got hoes, we ain’t buyin’ no ass
with mad trees, we don’t sleep, we just lie in the grass
with henny bottles and bad models, foot wears and ferragamo
ghost master the rings, entertain ‘еm like lou, i’ll battle
the aftеrparty’s at the hype hotel
y’all could all slide through, just bring me an l
look, amsterdam, just follow the smell
we got condoms, y’all, and we doing it well
(yeah) doing it, doing it, doing it well
(t.u.) doing it, doing it, doing it well

[hook: trife diesel]
aiyyo, we out here in amsterdam
theodore came through in a benny hill astro van
big rope chains, son, outlastin’ ya man
knocking out bottles of henny like it’s part of the plan
aiyyo, we out here in amsterdam
theodore came through in a benny hill astro van
big rope chains, son, outlastin’ ya man
knocking out bottles of henny like it’s part of the plan

[verse 2: trife diesel]
aiyyo, i flow like the nile river, my style’s bitter
spit sixteen bars that’ll make the crowd shiver
the white owl splitter, sprinkling the haze
blowing on that good chronic, got me blazed for days
zonin’ out, gettin high as a rocket, mad euros in my pocket
theodore unit – you can’t stop it
trife diese – i keep the b+tches on their knees
du+lilz playin’ the back, yo, we twistin them leaves
n+ggas better freeze, when i step in the place
i’m like acne, my bare hands’ll f+ck up ya face
the most prolific, the most high rated in ya district
with a hundred goons taking mushrooms, blastin’ their biscuits
staten island, the most thorough, we keep it gully
black timbs, black army fatigues and a black skully
last but not least, yo, i gotta say peace
to all my peeps here in amsterdam, bringin’ the heat (kubus beats)

[verse 3: shawn wigs]
we got flows for days, purple haze, broads that f+ck to the o’jays
son, we get busy, the first ones to pop off the party
with the red bull, bottle of goose, lime bacardi
and them cannabis cup fades with the bricks of hash
fell buying out the bar like he holdin that cash
master class, we go fast, ball like yanks
we in amsterdam, son, i want euros, not francs
and ya girl mad, no d+ck, lookin’ so sad
she like eight pounds of sh+t in a two pound bag
we blow models, but endure some more slow neck
this is staten island, we top of the line, what you expect?
fall back or man up, our jewels are king tut
if you down with the theodore movement then stand up
just stand up

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