Amber Rose lyrics

[Intro: PayGotti]
Uh, n*gga
We ain't givin' out no passes, n*gga
Look
Hold on

[Chorus: PayGotti]
Baby said she got that oochie-wally sh*t, well, let me see
Bro got Peter Piper pole like he throw shots with DMB
Sippin' wine consistent pain and f*cked around and stained a tee
I'm a trophy, got the game inside my hand like PSP
Call me Roddy, if I touch the top, it's time to feed the streets
My b*tch caught the Johnny scratch, she stuff the pack inside her cheeks
What you need? I got n*ggas sellin' straps like DVDs
With the extras, stop the flexin', sh*t be gone before you blink
Ballin' on these n*ggas, rеally ain't no competition
Could work at KFC the way that I be flippin' chickеn
If it's up there, hide your peoples, even grannies come up missin'

[Verse 1: PayGotti]
b*tch be burnin' packs of noodles, stay your ass up out the kitchen
Over, knockin' at your door like it's October
Brother, pass the gas, 'cause I can't function when I'm sober
We put belts to ass, so don't get plastered on a poster
Was taught to watch my friends and enemies, I keep them closer
I'm a vet', the b*tch could tell you Gotti get it wet
I keep Dracy to my left, I'm to the neck
Finna slide and make a mess
He fast but could he run without his legs?
Back poppin' on the 'Gram, think he forgot to take his meds
[Verse 2]
Granny told me, "Stay up off them streets"
I know where know your pops, he stay in jail, I know your mama hard to reach
It's comin' down, ain't finish school, she might play ball, go to the league
But I'm still trippin' into town, a reaper in a Polo tee
Have you ever lasted, bro? 'Cause you was starvin' and needed? And he was laughin' with themselves behind your back like sh*t was sweet
Told the bro, "Just get it done," he knew what's good, I got his V
Cap is on with Wesson on me, n*ggas think the three's a sweep
Just get him gone, I got all the racks, it's like what he be on
Lil' bro a donkey, hhe don't never cop a pole unless it's chrome
Oh, they ain't know, college kids and weird hoes gettin' that smoke, foot in the door
Don't make me kick it in there lil' more
That n*gga told, that's why the f*ck people support your skits alone
A n*gga diss my father, soldier, I'm raisin' hell on n*ggas' nose

[Chorus: PayGotti]
Baby said she got that oochie-wally sh*t, well, let me see
Bro got Peter Piper pole like he throw shots with DMB
Sippin' wine consistent pain and f*cked around and stained a tee
I'm a trophy, got the game inside my hand like PSP
Call me Roddy, if I touch the top, it's time to feed the streets
My b*tch caught the Johnny scratch, she stuff the pack inside her cheeks
What you need? I got n*ggas sellin' straps like DVDs
With the extras, stop the flexin', sh*t be gone before you blink
Ballin' on these n*ggas, really ain't no competition
Could work at KFC the way that I be flippin' chicken
If it's up there, hide your peoples, even grannies come up missin'