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Yeat - Amg C63 Lyrics

AMG C63 Lyrics[Verse]
That nigga mad than a bitch (Ha), 'cause he thought I wa'nt makin' it (Thought I wa'nt makin' it)
Yeah, that nigga don't get money, hell nah (Ha), he be fakin' it (That nigga fakin' it, yeah)
Hop in the Trackhawk, swerve (Phew)
All of these bitches, they groupie, they birds (Groupie, they birds)
Went and got rich, bitch, I know my worth (I know my worth)
That boy, he broke and he bitin', he hurt (He bitin', he hurt)
We make him famous, put him on a shirt (Ha, yeah)
We make him famous, turn him to some merch (Turn him to some merch)
Play with the gang then we leave him in the dirt (He in the dirt)
Nigga, just boot off X, then I leave Earth (Ha, ha)
We get that money and clean it, yeah, just like detergent (Like detergent)
My bitch, she bad, know she hittin' them angles (She hittin' 'em)
I'm in a Demon, I'm high like an angel (Off of the X)
I fuck this ho, got her lookin' my name up
I'm wit' some killers, lil' nigga, they nameless (Yeah)
Reach for a chain, nigga, they leave you faceless (Yeah)
Ha, uh, Glock givin' facelifts
No, bitch can't stay here
I turn an i8 right to a spaceship (Ha, yeah)
We put a hole in his head like a crater (Hit 'em)
Yeah, he too old, yeah, that boy outdated (He outdated)
Yeah, I stayed down, I waited
Uh, now I'm rich as hell, I made it, ha
We put a hole in his head now he in the pavement (Ha)
Hole in his head now he in the pavement, yeah
He wanna feat (Ha), send a payment (Yeah, send a payment)
Nigga, we duckin' arraignments, ha (Duckin' arraignments)
High as hell, duckin' indictments (High as hell, duckin' indictments)
He don't get money, he— (He don't get money)
All of these hoes be lying (Yeah)
All of these hoes they trifling (Ha)
All these hoes be— (Yeah)
Hold on, all of my hoes they dimes (Okay)
Bad bitch, know I gotta bitch, she still tryna eat me up (Still tryna eat me up)
Yeah, I'm in a C63, nigga, yeah, wit' that heater tucked (Wit' that heater tucked), ayy
Bad bitch all on my dick and she wanna eat me up (Eat me up)
All my bitches be slime, yeah (Ha)
She know that her nigga lame (Yeah)
Hop in that AMG GLE C63 nigga we drop that brain (We drop that brain)
Hop in that AMG GLE C63, nigga, we sippin' drank, yeah (We sippin' drank)
Nigga don't play with me, we got the sticks like ABC's nigga okay (Nigga, okay, ha)

[Outro]
Nigga got sticks okay, o—
Nigga got sticks, okay, okay, okay, okay
Nigga got sticks o—, ha
Bitch-ass nigga, okay, yeah
Wit' that Drac', yeah