Amigos lyrics

[Produced By: Young Taylor]

[Hook: Edb]
Offsetting quick she is to take off with me and my amigos
Ooh
Raining 5’s on this b*tch in the club like Michael, Tito
Ooh
She bust it open for me Jesus Christ she must not give a damn
She bust it open for me Jesus Christ she must know who I am

[Verse 1: Edb]
Got the game cornered won’t find a wide receiver open
I been feeling whole y’all pussies know y’all looking hella quotient
b*tches playing games like arcades it’s good I brought my tokens
She blow it like a whistle I ain’t talking bout no Edward Snowden
b*tches kissing
Wrist is glistening
Speak they listen
On a mission
Ooh
She just mixing
Poppin sipping
Tripping sniffing
Topping stripping
Ooh
Everyone flock to us while y’all look real pariah
Take your b*tch got her singing that’s just shouts Mariah
She took it off in the club
Gave me TLC ain’t no scrub
Ooh ooh
f*cked her once now she a dub
If you a king I’m the Dubs
Ooh ooh
All y’all pussies wanna jeopardize
I’d kill you but you have 8 extra lives
Your main b*tch say she going to the gym
We at my crib bout to exercise
[Hook: Edb]
Offsetting quick she is to take off with me and my amigos
Ooh
Raining 5’s on this b*tch in the club like Michael, Tito
Ooh
She bust it open for me Jesus Christ she must not give a damn
She bust it open for me Jesus Christ she must know who I am

[Verse 2: Slim.]
Aye
Young n*gga I’m a go getter
If I want ya b*tch imma get her
Yuh, hey
Beat is too cold need a sweater
Lyrics just might change the weather
Yuh, hey
You think that you can do better
I’ll alpha the bet like a letter
Yuh, hey
I do this for personal pleasure
You f*ckin’ with me I think never
Yuh, hey
It’s art on the track you can call me Picasso
I dash through the beat but no I am not Rosco
Also, you sayin’ bravo
Hear the applause but my laugh you can’t swallow
Follow
Me through the depths of my mind
My n*gga you wasting my time
Don’t f*ck with no pigs I do not want yo swine
I flow with the wind best believe imma chime
Hey, yuh
Been grinding up the stu
My n*gga I don’t f*ck with you
I’m sicka I’m sick I think I got the flu
Do not play the boy so rest in peace to Hugh
My dawg I’m crazy
Shakin’ like this b*tch from Haiti
Up on two feet b*tch I’m Shadie
I could never cheat if you can’t take the heat
My n*gga why you acting hasty?
[Hook: Edb, x2]
Offsetting quick she is to take off with me and my amigos
Ooh
Raining 5’s on this b*tch in the club like Michael, Tito
Ooh
She bust it open for me Jesus Christ she must not give a damn
She bust it open for me Jesus Christ she must know who I am