Amma Hustla

Amma hustla, amma-amma hustla woadie
I need your lovin', I'll have enough of ya, homie
Just the thought of you, I have a crush on ya, homie
In the Summer, pshh, ridin' like a Muffler

Amma hustla, amma-amma hustla woadie
I need your lovin', I'll have enough of ya, homie
Just the thought of you, I have a crush on ya, homie
In the Summer, pshh, ridin' like a Muffler, woadie
I mean I'm tuggin' but, I'm in love witcha' baby
I mean I'm buggin' but, I'm, I'm uncomfortable
Daytime, I'm just tryna get up under you
Can't believe it,
Couldn't keep it a secret anymore so we knead it
Can't lead you along, can't ____
Can't foreseen this shit, like Charlie Sheen I grip
There's no secret
That I need ya, I want
Like a seizure... you're my soul
All over again, there's no controllin' the friend
Close ya leg, hold it stead', bitch you know it's the end

Call me "Himmy-X Gothica", fuck that
Call me "Himmy X", or "Himmy gets volatile"
Himmy 'gainst Gotham, I'ma see you in the mornin' blud
Sashimi if you need me, I'm a Genie in the bottle cuz
See me if you got the plug,
Yes foot off the clutch, squabble up
She got ma name, but you got the love, it's not enough
I'm a fiend, you're my Rocket blud, [I] shot it up
You're mad at me, then I wanna die
I don't wanna "try" baby, I just wanna lie
On your chest, [I] skated all day, I need some rest
Leave the sex straight to foreplay, unleash yourself
Baby, believe in yourself
I feel your spirit knows my intentions are well
I see it in your eyes and I [can] tell
Mm, Ayo
I'ma tell you something, I, can tell that you're runnin'
If you're not [then] why I feel that you're the one then?

Bye



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Writer(s): Denzel Himself
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