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j. jones – amsterdamn! freestyle lyrics

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intro:

d+mn, d+mn, d+mn
(aye what?)
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn
(what the f+ck?)
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn
aye, aye, aye, aye

verse:

don’t apologize if you knew me
‘cause b+tch i ain’t yo n+gga no more

my resolution in 2020
don’t take no advice from no n+gga that’s broke

i wrote this sh+t on the way to new york
amsterdam when i land at the airport

couple shrooms in my bag
hope i do not get caught

h+lla sh+t that i seen and i bought

n+ggas askin for music, got sh+t ina vault
n+ggas is mad, like the sh+t is my fault

at the fact that these n+ggas not f+ckin with y’all

getting dougie on n+ggas, like i am john wall

think you get love, but they lying on y’all

gotta watch out for n+ggas they tryna see you fall

f+ck all that other sh+t, we want it all

sorry if i can not answer your call

don’t wanna hear it if green ain’t involved
n+ggas wanna diss on the team, i’m appalled

if you ain’t f+ckin wit me, gotta know
i’m on some bigger sh+t, i gotta grow

i gotta get up and i gotta go
chasin’ that bag so we on the road

put the team on my back, i can carry the load

so no origami, i can never fold
fam behind me, never selling my soul

don’t need diamonds, we can get it in gold

n+ggas rhymin’, but dat sh+t gettin’ old

heat up fast, that’s how n+ggas get cold
(yeah, yeah)

said i’m on some other sh+t
f+ck all that other sh+t

fake & that phony sh+t
i cannot stomach it

get bread, break bread
like i just crumbled it

get head, made bed
now i’m jus slumbering
(d+mn)

and we do not got it yet
no gucci, no fendi, no prada yet

homies still asking me like where my stylist at?
(where ya stylist at?)
tell em kiss the ring, b+tch you could polish that

07203 where you could find me at

mama said i need rest… starting to think that i’m insomniac

‘member them days ridin’ in that pontiac

now big bro steady on the subway

tell em he gon’ be my manager one day

he show you don’t gotta use gunplay
for a young n+gga to get his funds raised

still know some n+ggas
do it all for dat money

and if they ask, i swear i don’t know nothin’

hear this flow
& they like jones how you coming?

mind over matter, i put nothin above it
(d+mn!)

outro:

(aye, aye)
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn
(aye,aye)
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn
(aye, aye)
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn
(aye,aye)
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn

- j jones lyrics

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