Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amen, artist - Fredo Bang. Date of issue: 05.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Amen |
| Made a hunnid bands, I say amen |
| Made it out the slums, I say amen |
| Tinted windows on that Caddy look like Ray Bans |
| Twisted fingers with the guys nigga gang bang |
| Amen, amen |
| Amen, amen |
| Got it out the mud, I say amen |
| Amen, amen |
| Amen, amen |
| Made it out the slums, I say amen |
| I got a milli sittin' pretty that’s a W |
| I might get a papercut while I try thumbing through |
| I wrapped a plastic round a hunnid look like rubber boots |
| Every nigga on your TV call me beetlejuice |
| Fuck with the real so my bitch natural can’t pick and choose |
| No I wear that Polo you get Dior if I’m feelin' you |
| Bring me a friend I like to fuck my bitches by the twos |
| RIP to Soulja Slim that’ll make it take care of all of you |
| Rich as shit they touch me all up and down like button nuts |
| I probably go against the gang before I cup a slut (psych) |
| I’m just playin' but my dawg it’s forever love |
| I told her it ain’t makin' love if I can’t poke your butt |
| Made a hunnid bands, I say amen |
| Made it out the slums, I say amen |
| Tinted windows on that Caddy look like Ray Bans |
| Twisted fingers with the guys nigga gang bang |
| Amen, amen |
| Amen, amen |
| Got it out the mud, I say amen |
| Amen, amen |
| Amen, amen |
| Made it out the slums, I say amen |
| Twisted up my fingers gang slangin', we the gang land |
| Gotta thank God that you woke up cause you went to sleep in that cage jail |
| Late nights to the AM we in lurk mode, thuggin' |
| Late nights to the AM she in twerk mode, hustlin' |
| There some dogshit in this function baby I fucks with you on God |
| Grab a couple of your partners though, pull up on me and the squad |
| You got the right nigga for the job or one of them boys |
| Finna peel off in this MG ain’t enough just one of the toys |
| Poppin' these pills making me noid |
| We getting money, run up your coins |
| You know a real nigga ain’t goin' |
| Them niggas hate cause they can’t enjoy |
| And fuck all the stank bitches I avoid |
| I gotta play out in Illinois |
| And probably gonna double back to the hood |
| But its your blood nigga buy roys nigga |
| Gang land |
| Made a hunnid bands, I say amen |
| Made it out the slums, I say amen |
| Tinted windows on that Caddy look like Ray Bans |
| Twisted fingers with the guys nigga gang bang |
| Amen, amen |
| Amen, amen |
| Got it out the mud, I say amen |
| Amen, amen |
| Amen, amen |
| Made it out the slums, I say amen |