Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amigo, artist - Lil Tecca. Album song We Love You Tecca, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Galactic Records;
Song language: English
Amigo |
I like this song |
We love you, Tecca |
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah |
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that |
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad |
And you fell in love, so sad |
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back |
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag |
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags |
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin' polar |
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar |
And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater |
Ain’t believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her |
Remember when I wanna link, they ain’t wanna show up |
Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin' up |
Hit my phone, say you popular, I ain’t popular |
Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin' pop with us |
Yeah, how you say you gang if you ain’t pop with us? |
And I remember all them times they ain’t fuck with us |
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the opps |
I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin |
Boy, you beggin' for attention, you ain’t really poppin' |
And you can’t hang with the gang, you ain’t really gon' pop shit |
And practice makes perfect, so the star, had to polish |
And I only hang with day ones, you already know how I’m rockin' |
If he talkin' bullshit, I don’t even know why you talkin' |
All these niggas gon' be fake, real man, I know how to start it |
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that |
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad |
And you fell in love, so sad |
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back |
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag |
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags |
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin' polar |
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar |
And you fell in love, that’s your fault |
Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks |
And she showin' off her parts, he get smoked like a cart |
And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche |
That’s like cryin' on a horse, your nigga a dork |
I cannot focus, I might hop up in a Ford |
And my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storage |
That’s an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor it |
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that |
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad |
And you fell in love, so sad |
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back |
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag |
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags |
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin' polar |
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar |