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Amore Producer - Famu Lyrics

[Intro]
Amore, te amo

[Chorus]
Woke up lookin' for the guap (Guap), all I know is cream
I ain't thirsty for a hoe (No), I'm thirsty for some lean
I ain't thirsty for a dub (Dub), I'm thirsty for a hundred
I could walk a nigga down, but you know who still runnin'
If I told you I don't need you I was deadass (I was deadass)
I do better by myself and make my bread last (Make my bread last)
I got ruined on my body, Fani head wrap (Yeah, yeah)
All that yappin' at the mouth, it get your head clapped, yeah

[Verse 1]
East side Atlanta, baby Zone 6 (Zone 6)
Niggas runnin with the swag, get your own shit (Get your own shit)
He worried 'bout the wrong shit, he don't own shit (He don't own shit)
See I been on some grown shit, I be on shit (I be on shit)
I put my girl in brand new Louis Vuitton shit (Louis Vuitton shit)
These niggas taken my swag, get your own fit (Get your own fit)
They wanna be me, yeah they wanna copy me (Yeah, yeah)
But if you want me to go then slit your own wrist (Slit your own wrist)
Okay, one (One), two (Two), shooters in the back seat
Glock 19, lunchbox when they pack heat (Yuh)
I'm so proactive with no acne (Yeah)
I be with them boys in in the Backstreets (Yeah)
I just flipped a bag, I got it right back
I can't stress that shit, 'cause I'm like that (I'm like that)
Yeah, I got it like that (I got it like that)
Yeah (Haha)
You ruin everything
[Verse 2]
She said you ruin everything, I said I damn do (I damn do)
She said you countin' up them blues like a damn Jew (Like a damn Jew)
All my niggas goin' ape, we in a damn zoo (We in a damn zoo)
Keep a stick on me like panda bear and bamboo (Need some bamboo)
I'll step inside this bitch like a damn [?]
Step inside this bitch and blow it up like a damn nuke (Yeah)
I got orange and green pills like FAMU
Oh you think you duckin' me, I got damn news

[Chorus]
Woke up lookin' for the guap (Guap), all I know is cream
I ain't thirsty for a hoe (No), I'm thirsty for some lean
I ain't thirsty for a dub (Dub), I'm thirsty for a hundred
I could walk a nigga down, but you know who still runnin'
If I told you I don't need you I was deadass (I was deadass)
I do better by myself and make my bread last (Make my bread last)
I got ruined on my body, Fani head wrap (Yeah, yeah)
All that yappin' at the mouth, it get your head clapped, yeah