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shit talker flow - ambjaay lyrics

ay it cost to live like this you hear me

all these hoes on my back i’m wearing vlone
hit a b*tch playing uno that’s my theme song
f*ck your life n*gga bing bong
i know she got good head she suck it to the weed gone
they be sleeping on me like a wok head
count me out yeah ok i hope y’all drop dead
i had to tell my youngan chill he a hot head
you the sh*t yeah that’s something that his thot said
back to this sh*t i be spazzing
when it comes to the hoes you can have them
b*tch i’m on fire like some matchеs
i’m dripping to hard past the napkins
i spy a bad b*tch let me grab hеr
i spy a big bag let me grab it
expensive habits
i’m too fly all the hoes want to attack me
i’ll shut the show down if the fee right
heard her head good i’m trying to see what that be like
hit her spot then she turn into a cream pie
when you that n*gga all these goes be a green light
get the fresh taper she like d*mn jaay i want you
people be hating yeah come get your own view
i don’t know what they told you
but ima keep doing me like i’m suppose to
i’m feeling good i might do the amiri’s
i feel like wayne i’m trying to bop for a milli
n*ggas hating in a circle y’all not dizzy
she wanna come back to cali like she biggie
her nails done so when she suck it she gone grip it
i ain’t done what they thought i was finish
i’m cold hearted i don’t even got no feelings
been took l’s now a n*gga need a million
he a party rapper i just pick good beats
pick his b*tch up then pick up some good eats
i don’t f*ck wit n*ggas yeah they the police
i don’t know you but you know me
we got hoes in the lobby mr moseby
he ain’t got no drip i’m finna coach him
i still fade away on hoes like i’m kobe
b*tch i’m off the drink i’m moving slowly
how the f*ck y’all forget about the ase child
this how it look when you stay down
n*ggas hating on my shot get a rebound
i just blam a b*tch up bio
new year n*ggas still smoking white owls
don’t she wanna f*ck i tell her try out
i can sl*t yo lil life out
my casa su casa you can come to my house
a where yo clothes at a where the hoes at
like a fat n*gga i’m always where the rolls at
hit her on thursday like a throw back
ay it cost to live like this you year me

- ambjaay lyrics

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