Amigos
Hold your weight on my shoulder
If you feeling hung over
Ill push the ladder its over
My amigos Im for ya
We pulling up like we told ya
Nah we aint coming with soldiers
And If you talk with composure
We might save ya grip holders
This aint that street shit
When you Talk to me make sure you in defense
We leave em sleepless
They be worried all night
Like you know where Tee went
I dont like prefix throw the language away
Rather talk to you speechless
Talk bad bout peaches
Call her up and she be ready like reflex
You Petty Betty
Well shoot Betty bitch and turn her to pieces
This aint no shoulda woulda coulda man we come for feces
She like blue and I like red and we magenta in Venus
And When they call Im getting head ill pack it up with my penis
And if they call and Im in bed ill face the world just to be this
We shoot our fears into the sky and yeah they coming to meet us
We never cared if you would lie we always knew it would be this
You rather share before you die Well bitch Im dieing to be missed
Hold your weight on my shoulder
If you feeling hung over
Ill push the ladder its over
My amigos Im for ya
We pulling up like we told ya
Nah we aint coming with soldiers
And If you talk with composure
We might save ya grip holders
We like to seek shit we pull up on a freak we call her freak bitch
She move beaches get her out of those clothes and she s no secret
Holding leeches we snap pictures of her Thats climate teaches
Count up the cleavage we sit out in the sun Bikini licious
We call em friends and bitches we move out of sight if its snitches
We dont like fishing in that dirty pond but we teaching fishes
If she ya left then Im ya right we
Knock em into the bleachers
They get em missing out of sight yeah my amigos are vicious
We chase the mission you listen
We cheffing in any kitchen
We cleaning up any vision
We moving targets they dishing
We rile them up when they dissing
Its 911 when they missing
Man its our time we move different
They got us all in the mentions
Hold your weight on my shoulder
If you feeling hung over
Ill push the ladder its over
My amigos Im for ya
We pulling up like we told ya
Nah we aint coming with soldiers
And If you talk with composure
We might save ya grip holders
If you feeling hung over
Ill push the ladder its over
My amigos Im for ya
We pulling up like we told ya
Nah we aint coming with soldiers
And If you talk with composure
We might save ya grip holders
This aint that street shit
When you Talk to me make sure you in defense
We leave em sleepless
They be worried all night
Like you know where Tee went
I dont like prefix throw the language away
Rather talk to you speechless
Talk bad bout peaches
Call her up and she be ready like reflex
You Petty Betty
Well shoot Betty bitch and turn her to pieces
This aint no shoulda woulda coulda man we come for feces
She like blue and I like red and we magenta in Venus
And When they call Im getting head ill pack it up with my penis
And if they call and Im in bed ill face the world just to be this
We shoot our fears into the sky and yeah they coming to meet us
We never cared if you would lie we always knew it would be this
You rather share before you die Well bitch Im dieing to be missed
Hold your weight on my shoulder
If you feeling hung over
Ill push the ladder its over
My amigos Im for ya
We pulling up like we told ya
Nah we aint coming with soldiers
And If you talk with composure
We might save ya grip holders
We like to seek shit we pull up on a freak we call her freak bitch
She move beaches get her out of those clothes and she s no secret
Holding leeches we snap pictures of her Thats climate teaches
Count up the cleavage we sit out in the sun Bikini licious
We call em friends and bitches we move out of sight if its snitches
We dont like fishing in that dirty pond but we teaching fishes
If she ya left then Im ya right we
Knock em into the bleachers
They get em missing out of sight yeah my amigos are vicious
We chase the mission you listen
We cheffing in any kitchen
We cleaning up any vision
We moving targets they dishing
We rile them up when they dissing
Its 911 when they missing
Man its our time we move different
They got us all in the mentions
Hold your weight on my shoulder
If you feeling hung over
Ill push the ladder its over
My amigos Im for ya
We pulling up like we told ya
Nah we aint coming with soldiers
And If you talk with composure
We might save ya grip holders
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Writer(s): Theresa Johnson
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