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joey fatts - brand new amg lyrics

[intro: larry june]
another mike d exclusive
ayy, turn me up, yeah
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus: joey fatts]
brand new amg, i got it out the streets, huh
your b+tch wanna lay with me, i tell her pay the fee
she mad she cannot get away with me
i make her bleed her feet, huh
lil b+tch, don’t play with me, you know i play for keeps, yeah
brand new amg, i got it out the streets, huh
your b+tch wanna lay with me, i tell her pay the fee
she mad she cannot get away with me
i make her bleed her feet, huh
lil b+tch, don’t play with me, you know i play for keeps, yeah

[verse 1: joey fatts]
the dealer said they got them coupes in
i was taught to wear it if the shoe fit
trap n+gga, never been to ruth’s chris
but this cup costs three steaks, i just pour like four sips
i don’t do the dinner dates, girl, you know what time it is
i’m cookin’ dope inside the crib
ferrari up inside the fridge
b+tch, i got to do it big for venice and my mama kids
these jeans is undercover, see the patchwork where my pockets is
can’t f+ck without a rubber, she gon’ hit me where my pockets is
dior, ralph, all type of sh+t
you do the math, that’s all type of chips
sell dope but rappin’, we all types of rich
smokin’ blues off that foil, you n+ggas hypes and sh+t
just spent a house on this foreign, my b+tch don’t like the sh+t
facts

[chorus: joey fatts]
brand new amg, i got it out the streets, huh
your b+tch wanna lay with me, i tell her pay the fee
she mad she cannot get away with me
i make her bleed her feet, huh
lil b+tch, don’t with me
you know i play for keeps, yeah
brand new amg, i got it out the streets, huh
your b+tch wanna lay with me, i tell her pay the fee
she mad she cannot get away with me
i make her bleed her feet, huh
lil b+tch, don’t with me
you know i play for keeps, yeah

[verse 2: larry june]
all i know is mack+mack
amg, i had to grab
all i know is stack+stack
b+tch, you know i mastered that
look, i ain’t goin’ for that
i was movin’ bowls for that
twenty bands, show for that
maybach, chauffeur that
cuban link, few of that
my hood, good in that
amg race the h+llcat
loud pack, know you smellin’ that
got the b+tch named [?]
phone call, ‘nother hunid bands
hammer make a n+gga runnin’ mad

[bridge: larry june]
hey, b+tch, hand me that alkaline water, please
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
magnum bottles all in my living room
twelve+hunid a piece, lil n+gga, i am not you
sippin’ on this matcha, sun’ slight, you should slide through
recede in the back of the benz, i really spent two

[chorus: joey fatts]
brand new amg, i got it out the streets, huh
your b+tch wanna lay with me, i tell her pay the fee
she mad she cannot get away with me
i make her bleed her feet, huh
lil b+tch, don’t play with me
you know i play for keeps, yeah
brand new amg, i got it out the streets, huh
your b+tch wanna lay with me, i tell her pay the fee
she mad she cannot get away with me
i make her bleed her feet, huh
lil b+tch, don’t play with me
you know i play for keeps, yeah

- joey fatts lyrics

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