Amiri
Tryna fix the bullets on my wings
Cannot get attached, maybe it's 'cause she a bad ting
I could rock amiri's only just to show her I'm the king
Buh only mixing it with fashion don't get it confused, this a fling
I know you nervous
Been up in your bag for the way I hurt you you know you deserve this
You been actin' sad like I wasn't treatin' you like you was perfect
I could of gave you everything wanted you know that's for certain
Buh you pick the nigga who ain't give you shit when I bought you a burkin
Say you wanna move to better things
Say you want yourself a better me
Honestly that shit'll really sting
Tell me how I gave you everything
I done had to rock amiri jeans
Only for you to get up and leave
Heart too cold bitch I'm colder
Veins boiled up but it's still frozen
I would conversate to my shoulders
Buh I won't stop till this shit over
Said I could ride
And I would die for a chick
And you would ask why
But I won't lie to a bitch
Gave me ultimatums like I wouldn't choose dying for this shit
But nigga this real life so I won't die till I'm rich
Tryna fix the bullets on my wings
Cannot get attached, maybe it's 'cause she a bad ting
I could rock amiri's only just to show her I'm the king
Buh only mixing it with fashion don't get it confused, this a fling
And you br the one to go home with my sweater
Like I don't use it for holdin' my Baretta
I'm the one nigga who made you feel better
But you gon' leave after I prove my endeavors
Evil, but I cannot forget her
Should of stole my heart and through in a shredder
Like never
I couldn't stand whenever we was fucking together
I told my brody to pass me the rock
You told your bestie to share you a cock
Like she on a dick tryna catch her a pox
I told that girl ion play with a thot
She hit my phone like "daddy you got it I just wanna suck until it hit the spot"
She call my number like "baby come over this pussy be bussin" like bitch I cannot
Ahhh shitt
Couchie really wetter than my wrist
Shorty really feelin' on a kid
Diamonds really make a kitty drip
ughh
I'm a definition of a pimp
Now you mad lil' baby get a grip
Go and get a bag you stupid bitch
ughh
Tryna fix the bullets on my wings
Cannot get attached, maybe it's 'cause she a bad ting
I could rock amiri's only just to show her I'm the king
Buh only mixing it with fashion don't get it confused, this a fling
Cannot get attached, maybe it's 'cause she a bad ting
I could rock amiri's only just to show her I'm the king
Buh only mixing it with fashion don't get it confused, this a fling
I know you nervous
Been up in your bag for the way I hurt you you know you deserve this
You been actin' sad like I wasn't treatin' you like you was perfect
I could of gave you everything wanted you know that's for certain
Buh you pick the nigga who ain't give you shit when I bought you a burkin
Say you wanna move to better things
Say you want yourself a better me
Honestly that shit'll really sting
Tell me how I gave you everything
I done had to rock amiri jeans
Only for you to get up and leave
Heart too cold bitch I'm colder
Veins boiled up but it's still frozen
I would conversate to my shoulders
Buh I won't stop till this shit over
Said I could ride
And I would die for a chick
And you would ask why
But I won't lie to a bitch
Gave me ultimatums like I wouldn't choose dying for this shit
But nigga this real life so I won't die till I'm rich
Tryna fix the bullets on my wings
Cannot get attached, maybe it's 'cause she a bad ting
I could rock amiri's only just to show her I'm the king
Buh only mixing it with fashion don't get it confused, this a fling
And you br the one to go home with my sweater
Like I don't use it for holdin' my Baretta
I'm the one nigga who made you feel better
But you gon' leave after I prove my endeavors
Evil, but I cannot forget her
Should of stole my heart and through in a shredder
Like never
I couldn't stand whenever we was fucking together
I told my brody to pass me the rock
You told your bestie to share you a cock
Like she on a dick tryna catch her a pox
I told that girl ion play with a thot
She hit my phone like "daddy you got it I just wanna suck until it hit the spot"
She call my number like "baby come over this pussy be bussin" like bitch I cannot
Ahhh shitt
Couchie really wetter than my wrist
Shorty really feelin' on a kid
Diamonds really make a kitty drip
ughh
I'm a definition of a pimp
Now you mad lil' baby get a grip
Go and get a bag you stupid bitch
ughh
Tryna fix the bullets on my wings
Cannot get attached, maybe it's 'cause she a bad ting
I could rock amiri's only just to show her I'm the king
Buh only mixing it with fashion don't get it confused, this a fling
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Writer(s): Pedro Pagan
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