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Ameen - War Lyrics

[Intro: JayHollywood]
JayHollywood
He shot few times, his bullets wack
They really don’t get that far
He shot few times, his bullets wack
They really don’t get that far
He shot few times, his bullets wack
They really don’t get that far
He shot few times, his bullets wack
They really don’t get that far

[Verse 1: JayHollywood]
They talking too hot and they talking they shit
I’m assuming that they just want war
I shot couple times, If I miss Ima promise
Next time that I’m leaving a scar
With the .9 Ima hit, got the Glock on my hip
He was running but he ain’t that far
But Look
But Look
But Look
But Look
Pussy nigga, he big, he a shake off
Eight shots to the head then I’m blowing his face off
Pussy nigga, he big, he a shake off
Eight shots to the head then I’m blowing his face off
Pussy nigga, he big, he a shake off
He tried it with me so I’m knocking his face off
Pussy nigga, he big, he a shake off
He tried it with me so I’m knocking his face off
The smoke of my gun got me dizzy
Eights shots to the head then I start feeling drizzy
The smoke of my gun got me dizzy
Two chops, big pop, with a Glock on a zimmy
Two chops with a drizzy, scope with a zimmy
You trapping and cappin’ we shooting, get with me
[Verse 2: Eli Staxxz]
One blunt to the face, this shit got me laced, Swear to god nigga I’m faded
This shit got me faded, never no lame shit
Hop out the whip lookin’ Asian
And this ain’t for the fame bitch, fuck on ya lame bitch
Money I’m blowin’ that’s gang shit
You pull up with same shit, nigga that’s lame shit
Move out the way ‘cause I bang shit
Hold on look, stop it
Why did you run and you reached but ain’t pop it?
Niggas they act like they pop shit
Get around niggas and start talkin’ hot shit
Niggas is talking but that shit is nonsense, Pass me a choppa this stick is gone’ drop it
Niggas talk hot, but where is the profit?
Jackin’ that’s wifey, my nigga she topped it
Now I feel bad, that bitch is a thot
Come around me and she start doing squats
Got that lil’ bitch on a mofuckin’ lock
Hit it one time then I’m back on the block
These niggas talk hot
I think they forgot
That when they around, they ain’t bussin’ no shots
They jack that they spinnin’, ain’t spinnin’ a lot
I let two fly, and we smoking a opp

[Verse 3: AMEEN]
Bitch I ain’t hiding, come find me
Last nigga done got lined tryna line me
Done drop four bands on my time piece
Bitch got shot like Rick, right behind me
Can’t wait to the day that they sign me
Call my bro ‘Sham and he catching a body
Louis V, Louis V, can’t buy these
Bro slap a bitch in his face if he try me
Bitch I got the recipe
Off the weed and the forty, It fuck with me mentally
Lil bro caught a felony
Put a hole in his neck and make sure he remember me
On the street like it’s Sesame
Hoe get out of my face with that shit tryna question me
Nah no one ahead of me
Last boy wanted a problem got popped, now he rest in peace
Hold on, wait
Give a fuck what you jack
Fuck up the city put that on the map
He got so soft when I pulled out the mac, he said “Ameen I’m Sorry”
Got that nigga wacked
I got so tired of all of the chat
When I pull up he froze
Man wassup with the act?
I heard you really ain’t ‘bout what you claim
When I catch you It’s clipped
Put a hole in your back
Pull up with P.O.W., put a price on your face
Nah I don’t want to talk if it’s not ‘bout a bag
Pussy
[Outro: Eli Staxxz]
Dumb Nigga
He shot few times, his bullets wack
They really don’t get that far
He shot few times, his bullets wack
They really don’t get that far
Pussy