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  • Okay - Amuse 33:23

Amuse - Okay Lyrics


[Intro]
(Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye11ow)
Woah
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Choppas, we got plenty of those
We ain't worried 'bout none of you niggas, uh
Bitches, we got plenty of those
We ain't worried 'bout none of these hoes
We get to hittin'
Niggas talkin' hard, his head, we gon' split it
I fucked my bag up in the summer
I made that shit back like so quickly, ayy, huh
Split his ass, yeah, what?
Get his ass, yeah, what?
Niggas ain't got no cars, I done had like ten of them shits all summer, yeah
You ain't got no car lil' nigga, you walk around all summer, yeah (Ayy)
Thought this shit was a game and when we seen his ass, we stump him (Yeah)

[Verse]
I looked outside and it was Sunday so I decided to spend me a hundred (Ayy)
Okay, you wanna talk about bags? I'm gettin' it
Okay, you wanna talk about racks? I'm spendin', yeah
Fuck my cousin, nigga, I ain't gon' cap, when I seen him, get it
Fuck around, put a couple right in his fitted
Don't give a fuck if he come up missing
Okay, ayy, you ain't have no bag lil' nigga, you ask yo' momma for money (Turn up)
Told that nigga, "Pull up" just to match, he got smoked just like a stizzy
He think this shit was a game, fuck it
Hit him right in his brain, fuck it
It don't make no sense, does it?
How I up this stick in public
[Chorus]
Choppas, we got plenty of those
We ain't worried 'bout none of you niggas, uh
Bitches, we got plenty of those
We ain't worried 'bout none of you hoes
We get to hittin'
Niggas talkin' hard, his head, we gon' split it
I fucked my bag up in the summer
I made that shit back like so quickly, ayy, what?
Get his ass, yeah, what?
Split his ass, yeah, what?
Niggas ain't got no cars, I done had like ten of them shits all summer, yeah
You ain't got no car lil' nigga, you walk around all summer, yeah (Ayy)
Thought this shit was a game and when we seen his ass, we stump him

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