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expensive thoughts - ambjaay lyrics

ay, it cost to live like this, you hear me
n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with the jaay, though
i ain’t lil wayne, but sorry for the wait though
i’m the type to mixed chrome with the bape though
catch me by my lonely, nah, i lied i’m with eight hoes

n*ggas ain’t never got no money, n*gga, stay home
bad b*tch, she finna take it off, she said she hate clothes
i went gold in six months it ain’t take long
white & rose on my neck get your hate on

it’s time to wake em’ up, cause they sleep on me
man, that lil’ p*ssy wet, she got a beach on her
it’s like the beat hit better when amb on it
i know this sh*t get hard, but i’ma keep goin

chop pop, dead opp, yeah, n*gga, keep blowin
bad vibe, thick thighs, yeah, she got some yeeks on her
shoulda took her serious, i was sleep on her
i just told her, suck it up, don’t use no t**th on it
i’m overly trim, i’m really one of them

been ballin’ for a while, i’m way up above the rim
catch a opp and shoot a film, bleep scene, who is him
i’ll boot a b*tch quick like a pair of timbs
f*ck chasin’ b*tches, rather have them m’s
expensive shoes on my feet like where you get them
bad things, she just pull up in the new benz
man n*ggas really lame, we is not them
exotic sh*t, always stay on my body
you could cut my head off, still won’t need n0body
fell in love with them racks, havin’ my way with the hotties
man, this sh*t on my neck make you say d*mn, bobby

ay, i came a long way, got it out the mud
i know these n*ggas love to hate, but i don’t give a f*ck
i’m with a foreign vibe in a foreign truck
not gon’ lie, bae, i wanna f*ck
i’m off the bottle in this b*tch and i’m cuttin’ up

blueface hunnit’s i keep thumbin’ up everything fake, i ain’t used to love
feelin’ like i’m him, i ain’t gon’ do too much
yeah, it’s amb for the win i don’t really f*ck with n*ggas
yeah, i’m not shakin’ hands bad b*tch from l.a, said she tryna get ram

i was stuck in the slums, did whatever for them bands
how you get all that money, yeah, it’s off the rap
if that p*ssy pressure, we gon’ run it back we leave a n*gga missin’ like a gap
still postin’ in the trenches, no back with this glock in my hand, i might act out

she said, it’s loaf in my hand, make her pass out
yeah, i’m drippin’ like a fool with them racks out
body suit and she tatted, it got her back out
ay, it cost to live like this, you hear me

- ambjaay lyrics

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