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lirik lagu ambjaay - who he think he is

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man these n~ggas got me f~cked up, catch up
doin’ five with a stick, that’s an and one, blam somethin
bleedin’ scenes like a tampon
big chop, test a n~gga like a scantron

on my yezus, holy moly, bust down, rollie
all these b~tches really on me, i do em’ the coldest
if a n~gga bold, it’s time for havin’ n~gga rollin
fight away with a glock, b~tch, i feel like kobe

n~ggas hate on the low, you wouldn’t even know it
and these b~tches love the game, b~tch, we really chosen
lean got me sleepy, b~tch, i can’t focus
joy beam in the post, b~tch, i’m through the post, i’m game

yeah, and who we think it is
johnny on my ass, lil’ n~gga, and i’m a plead the fifth
load the stick, bullet, make her stand still like you took a pill
look at the wrist, he ain’t ballin’, n~gga, you on the bench

crips in front of, d~ck in her stomach, make a b~tch vomit
these n~ggas broke, yeah, no comment, to be honest
we got chops, stick like it’s benihana’s
bleed the scene, in balenciagas, rock and roll

we a big chopper, show stoppa
b~bowl, lottie, got more head than his body
dome shot heem’, self~made, don’t need n0body
so c~cky, big chop, it knock the soul out heem’
how you gon’ sneak diss , me, i’m n~ggas role models
and she bouncing on the d~ck, hydraulics
runnin’ fast to a bag like a n~gga sonic
big mac, extra fries, no mcdonald’s

ay, maury, pull up in that jag
lookin’ like a bag, got these n~ggas mad
and your b~tch blow my trumpet like she playin’ jazz
red beam on the chop, b~tch, we playin’ tag

turn around, b~tch, let me hit it front and back
no cap, b~tch, we in to that
shot fired , we knockin’ off n~ggas fitted hats
and she gon’ toss it quick like a quarterback

bullets make em’ sh~t like he really got the runs
should’ve knew n~ggas was fake from the f~ckin’ jump
shout out the present, cause these n~ggas w~lly~w~lly lunch
money stick with me like shoes and bubblegum

usain’ wit’a bag, watch a n~gga run
b~tches get hit, then pass like blunts
dunk yo’ b~tch like i’m lebron
stick, talk, you betta run, gang

yeah, and who he think he is, split his wig
woods got me lookin’ like jermey lin
i thought, f~ck, she gettin’ boot, timberland
money on my left, i got a stick in my other hand, yeah
say h~llo to my little friend
i got bands and a rubber band
i don’t want to shake your hand
a, band, be my favorite friend

yeah, and who he think he is
every time they see the kid, who he think he is
they like, who he think he is
every time they see the drip, who he think he is, gang

yeah, and who he think he is
rauh, rauh, rauh, rauh
ay, it cost to live like this, you hear me
gang


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