Testo Amazing - Young Thug feat. Jacquees
Testo della canzone Amazing (Young Thug feat. Jacquees), tratta dall'album Its About Time
Yeah
Sticky kush, nigga
7 Million dollars
Studio in Miami, you know, uh
Nigga, have you ever dreamed? (I dream)
I was the man and you a thing (Who? What?)
One and two
Any time I get mad, I can goodbye you (Hah)
God damn, who the hell let rats in the house?
King of lions, who let these cats run out of the house? (Who?)
Houston, Texas, when I'm on land, I lean back like a couch
I'm not playin', I want the bed, call shots like a spouse
We roll that kushy up, we eat that pussy, dawg
Suck it 'til you're throwin' up
My Phantom grey, no hound
I lost a mill', no bucks
Still waitin' on that Bentley truck
Stop playin', lil' bitty boy, you're duck (Duck)
You ain't YSL, nigga, you ain't in the hut
I might stop by and let that lil' bitch lush
I pull up and chop at your guts and your butts
Lil' nigga, you know what it was
You know what it is, you know what it does
I'm makin' your old lady shake it
She suckin' too slow, I'm impatient
My diamonds so wet like they bathin'
Don't know where to go, I'm amazin'
What's amazin'? I don't know (This shit's amazin', like, still)
What's amazin'? I don't know (I'm so speechless, 208)
What's amazin'? I don't know (This ring is like mine for you, bro)
What's amazin'? (You understand, we gettin' it, nigga, haha, uh)
(Amazin' as a group of three)
I might accept your apology (Amazin' as a group of three)
Man, you throw L's up if you ain't followin'
(You amazin' as a group of three)
I am a beast, your life I will be swallowin'
(You amazin' as a group of three)
I've been drinkin', I need a bottle, bitch
Man, I'm so tired of these niggas, man, I am so tired of these bitches
I'm so magnificent, studio workin', I'm wearin' a top like I'm pimpin'
Your bitch want my milk, I'm sittin'
At the top lookin' down at these wimps
Peezo just brought me a blunt and you
Know that it's stuffed, it cannot be imps
I never had Cutlass and donks, I based
Up my bankroll and based up my trunk
I might fuck that lil' bitch in the mornin'
I might put her out and call Tyrone
Snoop Dogg, I might go'n and bone
I'm big ballin', bitch, put me inside the dome
Huh, huh
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (The tight way)
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (The right way)
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (The Scat! tight way)
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (The good night way)
Take some sand to the beach
Party with a couple foreign freaks
Kim K-lookin' ho, Yeezy
Florida livin', nigga, poke his bean
Yeah, and I'ma ride this bitch tonight
And I just might ride this bitch tonight
Poke his bean, where you at, baby?
Poke his bean, where you at, baby?
Brown sugar on that bitch
Pull up with a ho and she know I'm ready to bust a bale
Leave her, fuck her, I don't wait
Hold up, let me check my mail
He broke, he servin' his squad with a scale
I make it rain, I hope all is well
I pull off deep like, "What in the hell?"
Ho, give all my niggas some bales
Wait, I'ma lay down 'fore I tell
Huh, pull up in old-school Chevelles
I don't save bitches, they might get revealed
How many times have I asked, "Are you well?"
How many times have I popped a Perc' pill?
How many homies at home on a bail?
How many times have I told you you shall?
How many meals have I ate 'til I burp? (Uh)
Droppin' the top on the Mulsanne, no hardtop on Merc's
Hey, I worked so hard to get out that dirt
Hey, I'm singing that shit, it's not at work
Credits
Writer(s): Allee Willis, Maurice White, Al Mckay, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax
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