| Another Mike D Exclusive
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| Ayy, turn me up, yeah
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh
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| Your bitch wanna lay with me, I tell her pay the fee
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| She mad she cannot get away with me
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| I make her bleed her feet, huh
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| Lil bitch, don’t play with me, you know I play for keeps, yeah
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| Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh
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| Your bitch wanna lay with me, I tell her pay the fee
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| She mad she cannot get away with me
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| I make her bleed her feet, huh
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| Lil bitch, don’t play with me, you know I play for keeps, yeah
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| The dealer said they got them coupes in
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| I was taught to wear it if the shoe fit
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| Trap nigga, never been to Ruth’s Chris
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| But this cup costs three steaks, I just pour like four sips
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| I don’t do the dinner dates, girl, you know what time it is
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| I’m cookin' dope inside the crib
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| Ferrari up inside the fridge
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| Bitch, I got to do it big for Venice and my mama kids
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| These jeans is Undercover, see the patchwork where my pockets is
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| Can’t fuck without a rubber, she gon' hit me where my pockets is
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| Dior, Ralph, all type of shit
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| You do the math, that’s all type of chips
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| Sell dope but rappin', we all types of rich
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| Smokin' blues off that foil, you niggas hypes and shit
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| Just spent a house on this foreign, my bitch don’t like the shit
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| Facts
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| Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh
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| Your bitch wanna lay with me, I tell her pay the fee
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| She mad she cannot get away with me
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| I make her bleed her feet, huh
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| Lil bitch, don’t with me
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| You know I play for keeps, yeah
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| Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh
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| Your bitch wanna lay with me, I tell her pay the fee
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| She mad she cannot get away with me
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| I make her bleed her feet, huh
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| Lil bitch, don’t with me
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| You know I play for keeps, yeah
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| All I know is mack-mack
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| AMG, I had to grab
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| All I know is stack-stack
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| Bitch, you know I mastered that
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| Look, I ain’t goin' for that
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| I was movin' bowls for that
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| Twenty bands, show for that
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| Maybach, chauffeur that
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| Cuban link, few of that
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| My hood, good in that
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| AMG race the Hellcat
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| Loud pack, know you smellin' that
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| Got the bitch named
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| Phone call, ‘nother hunid bands
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| Hammer make a nigga runnin' mad
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| Hey, bitch, hand me that alkaline water, please
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Magnum bottles all in my living room
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| Twelve-hunid a piece, lil nigga, I am not you
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| Sippin' on this matcha, sun' slight, you should slide through
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| Recede in the back of the Benz, I really spent two
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| Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh
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| Your bitch wanna lay with me, I tell her pay the fee
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| She mad she cannot get away with me
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| I make her bleed her feet, huh
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| Lil bitch, don’t play with me
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| You know I play for keeps, yeah
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| Brand new AMG, I got it out the streets, huh
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| Your bitch wanna lay with me, I tell her pay the fee
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| She mad she cannot get away with me
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| I make her bleed her feet, huh
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| Lil bitch, don’t play with me
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| You know I play for keeps, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brand New AMG , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Still Cutthroat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп