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amigo - young abdulleh lyrics

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[verse 1]
reppin’ on that bay sh-t, homies that i came with
eyes closed on 280, goin’ on that lane switch
drugs and drinks
yeah i’m goin’ through the matrix, actin’ like i’m famous
stacking paper every day
and the haters gonna hate
blunt puffin’, now we chasin’
got money on my mind, yeah we up on cloud 9
felt so incredible, chewing on some edibles
3am so f-cking baked and then we out to chick-fil-a
d-mn she got that cake for days
d-mn she got that twitter beef, things that i don’t even need
only need the p-ssy, money, weed
think they have standards when they really don’t
broke n-gga, take some notes
get paid in hundred dollar bills, acting like i’m so f-cking trill
and you be getting on my sh-t yeah, and you be acting like a b-tch, yeah
everything around me, acting like they found me
get down on her knees, she only 16
acting like i’m so addicted, so contradicted, can you f-cking listen?
kanye west got f-cking fisted
fingers in the booty, b-tch n-gga
trigger fingers turn to twitter fingers, yeah

[verse 2]
giovanni negro, love to touch your ego
where you at in the clutch, incognito
quitting cause you a p-ssy b-tch
top down audis and backyard hotties
dime -ss b-tches saying that they want me
playing beer pong at the backyard parties
i already said this n-gga doesn’t even murder any beats
cause he ain’t from the mothaf-ckin’ streets
cultivating the agriculture in the orchard cause i’m a culture vulture
marbleous statues in greece but people take it for granted
painting my lyrics on the canvas, best rapper on the planet, yeah

[hook]
giovanni negro
giovanni negro
you ain’t my amigo, you ain’t my amigo
do it for the fam
you ain’t my amigo, you ain’t my amigo, you ain’t my amigo
you ain’t my amigo, you ain’t my amigo, you ain’t my amigo

[verse 3]
i hustle and i grind every single day
so baby, won’t you come my way?
and you know we getting laid, getting paid at chick-fil-a
mr. dwyer, full of fire, can’t get any higher
they be calling me a liar, preacher to the priar
putting together allusions like it’s an art
3 pointers behind the arc, taking shots in the dark
balling out and making cards at hallmark
and then we off to walmart
straight a’s and scholarships, the best colleges
netflix and chill in my private jet
30,000 feet up and having s-x
my name is stephen curry, yeah i’m number 30, got no worries
curvy scurvy like a pirate booty, looney tuney, yeah
andrew garcia the bottomfeeder, yeah
he be sucking weiner and the pf scoring screamers
roast his -ss so bad, he need a freezer
his pace is diarrhea, chi chi chi chia

[outro]
you ain’t my amigo!!!
b-tch!!!

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