Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amy, artist - David Banner. Date of issue: 12.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Amy |
| Thought you was my homeboy, man |
| Hah! |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Crackers call you nigga, we down on one knee (Hah) |
| But Jesus look like you, Jesus look like me (Yessir!) |
| Michelangelo lied, hear the 743 (Woo) |
| I guessed they had to had rights and they shot us |
| Why we call ourselves G (Hah) |
| OD, now we, in Paris like my nigga (My nigga) |
| Thats why they treat |
| That’s why they beat your ass like a nigga (Slave) |
| Fuck Gucci, Fuck Louie, 'til they come to my hood (Fuck 'em) |
| Fuck Tom Ford, Fuck Versace, yeah I said it, I’m good (Yeah) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Mississippi, Alabama, Louisiana, cock the hammer (Woo, woo, woo) |
| FLA, they killed Tray, Micheal done shot Jay in his face (Bow) |
| 68 cent half nigga, NFL, they laugh nigga (Hah) |
| Paltrow, they let go, and everybody gave her a pass nigga |
| And most folks, they said nothing, if a rapper breath, everybody busting |
| Our kids dying, their blood rushing, cops laughing, we ducking |
| We dying, I’m trying to help our folks, man I ain’t lying |
| Look, I don’t want to be your nigga no more, man I’m tired |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| They made niggas, we sprayed niggas |
| They got smart, gave us AIDS nigga |
| They killed kings, you a brave nigga |
| You god too, made nigga |
| Made to hate your dark skin |
| You God son, they Satan |
| They killed natives, raped men |
| Then went to church, hollering, «Amen»! |
| And gave us liquor, gave us coke |
| But blame niggas for selling dope |
| Ollie North up in the whole hood |
| Snow white but it ain’t soap |
| So who’s to blame for this shady word? |
| Say it how you want, it’s the same word |
| No matter what wings, it’s the same bird |
| From pyramids to dope serve |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (Why you call yourself that?) |
| Aye, my nigga! |
| (You supposed to be a god) |
| You supposed to be a god |
| You supposed to be a god |
| You are supposed to be a god |