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AMG lyrics

Performer Loota

AMG song lyrics by Loota official

AMG is a song in English

I came from up under not shit in my bank
Brand new drip so it never gone stank
They knocked me down but bitch I'm a tank
Heart on my mind so I'm smoking that dank
Where I'm from niggas might die in the field
Die bout respect so you know dis shit real
Stay on that car even if you aren't ducking
You could get hit in yo head for nun'
I'm not tryna go to another memorial
Speaking my mind this not a tutorial
On my own road and shit feelin narrow
Whole in my heart I got hit wit dat arrow
Love is a drug and I nearly od'd
All on my on alone I'm t'd
Putting my heart on the top of the shelf
How you love me when you don't love ya self
Had to lie to all of them faces
Told them stay down we goin big places
Believe in my craft and I kept my shit real
I'd do life before a nigga could squeal
I wish that these Lil bitties came wit a seal
Sayin congrats omg how you feel
They don't really care nun off these bitches real
Put on my a show bitch you watching my reel
I'm so sick of missing my peoples
Fought through the torture that shit can't be legal
We ain't no buddies we never been equal
Gimme da rock I bust shit like the diesel
Accuracy crazy I'm threading that needle
Ops is contagious call niggas the measles
Want to repent let me rent out a steeple
You ain't no big dog niggas puppies they beagles

Everybody watching now
Lemme get in the studio with a real ass producer
Fucking up beats and I'm making them looser
I say the right shit let me turn to the juicer
Give me one night and I'm going to seduce her
Taking a beating that bitch is a trooper
Baby we grown I can't trip on no rumors
Can't spend the whole night let me call you a Uber
All in my business forgot you a viewer
Said that shit different when it come out the mud
That shit not no grind wit no sweat or no blood
Don't stop pouring until you see them suds
Ice in chest and it's freezing my lungs
She put cocoa all over her gums
Down on my dick had to get on my shit
You might get clapped this pistol full auto
I feel like that nigga pull up in a Tahoe
Ain't no vegan put meat in her taco
Stay ten toes but we getting the drop though
Stick hold seven so hand me the mop
Throwing these rocks, making shit pop
Thief in the night, we never get caught
Life beating my ass but I got up and fought
Left right duck and jab
Talking my shit because I'm beating its ass
You driving too slow like bro step on the gas
Seeing Slow-Mo because I'm moving so fast
Me and my nigga we scheming
Like fuck being normal we gone get this money
Don't give a fuck if it's muddy
She know that we popping she bringing her buddies
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: christopher brown
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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