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Ambar Cruceta - Freestyle Remix Lyrics

Shout out the gang we don’t sleep
Vamping at night so we eat
Gymming it out until I look petite
Surrounded by green
I am not lactose so I’m getting cheese

All of my bitches they ride
When I'm not high I just glide like I fly
I am not boujee like I’m from Dubai
This nigga tried leaving so I said goodbye

Puzzle the pieces like I’m playing Tetris
I'm the ten he see
So he callin' me Memphis
I am "Up Next"
So I told em go and bet this
No Hot 97 at SOB's yet, bitch
Climbing up top like I’m goin up Everest
Can’t fuck with these females 'cause all really treacherous
Bodied this bitch like I pinned her in wrestling
I’m grade A you take L's and fail like you testing, bitch

All of my niggas'a tote
All of my niggas went broke
Now we'a work 'til we all reaching gold
No stopping us now and I say that in bold
No talking in code
Ballin' like checks when I smoke on the wreck
He talkin' that heat so I aimed at his neck
The P's in the Bronx holding strong with our chest
Shout out the ape when he lay down to rest
I been gettin faded I'm sippin' on maple
If he won't fuck I won't make 'em
He don't like bitches with makeup
But rather a silicone cake up
Ballin' like Nike
Yeah I got my checks up
I'm so sick no need for a check up
She staring so I had to check her
Have her for lunch like a burger at Checkers

Pesos on pesos, on pesos, on pesos
Hunneds, on hunneds, on hunneds
If I see 12 then I duck 'em
Pounds of that loud sitting tight in the trunk, bitch
Rapping and skating like I made up Trukfit
Pussy so juicy he nut when he clutch it
Turn to a pigeon when he say to suck it
And then when he finish he tell me to chug it

Shots in the hood walk around with a vest
Ya mans set you up in the stairs of the 'jects
Ya mother and brother now dying of stress
Was running from cops now they all on the press
Might ask em for something
But little do they know the killer his cousin
The envy was real he know he didn’t love him
Tried to connect
But his grave he had dug it
Fuck
It sit on her tongue but don’t swallow like Colgate
I got two phones when I call Gates
One for the plug & my playmates
Before he eat he gon' stop just to say Grace
Married to Jane
She know I’m getting faded
Percies got me feeling jaded
One up this bitch no debating
Shout out the hood when I make it I’ll save it

Counting my blessings 'cause Jesus my savior
Praying I don’t kill my haters
Temper so low
In her prayers
I tell her "ma, I will not go to jail"
Hittas on deck like they ready to sail
But here you go just in case there’s my bail
Swear I will not ever intend to fail
They don’t see the vision
They reading in brail

They just wanna see me fail hard
They don’t wanna see no late cars
They don’t wanna see me break hearts
They don’t wanna see me break art
Hennessy I'm sipping right
Couple rounds and I’m gone for the night
And I ain’t talkin bout no shots
Shout out the hood all my boys on the block

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