Amen Freestyle lyrics

by

JAG


(Intro: Chubby Jag)
There's a lot of Crip n*ggas in the building, amen
There's a lot of Blood n*ggas in the building, amen
There's a lot of ratchet hoes in the building, amen
There's a lot of thug n*ggas in the building
We make it light up, (yea) like a, we make it light up like a church
(Huh) we make it light up like a church, (Chubby) we make it light up like a church


(Verse 1: Chubby Jag)
Middle finger snapped and my bag already, funny how I got these n*ggas mad already
You are not that sick, I'd pop that chick
You would never f*ck a b*tch I'd had already
Before I met Cass, had cash already
Before I turned Chubby, I was Jag already

Can't wait for the day when a n*gga get fans, you mean to tell me all that passed already
I don't know who f*ck around me and my sh*t, I go to bed rooted just me and my clip
Two seater whip, with the heat on my right
And my 2Pac back, just me and my b*tch
Understand, Comprende?

Squeeze off till it's empty, find out where his kid stay
By the block holmes, calling me Dikembe, Real NBA n*ggas calling me MJ

I'm still round, cause I've been here
No D round, no hood round
Still yelling out that we in here, If I play here
I'm gon' win here, I got the whip
So I got the chips, I got the fists
Big Poppa sh*t, I got the licks
So I got the bricks, Holmes
One word and I got the b*tch, Chubby yup

Problems with me that K sparking, Roll around with them big faces
I'm talking way before J. Harden,
Can't lose
I got chippers on it, good girls
And them strippers on it, I kill tracks
This beat need to be in them trash bags with the zipper on it
Stunt hard when I roll past, n*gga just want that cold cash
That 80's money, that old cash
No young money for my old ass
, It's Larsiny it's our year now
Holmes, full speed, them gears down

I'm yelling out amen, Holmes
Gotta thank the Lord that we here now, You beating me
f*ck is you trying, I'm riding out in that coupe flying
Use to smoke like Snoop Dogg, now we smoking up like Snoop Lion
Got a bad b*tch, send the most texts, I'm on that pus*y
Cold text, f*ck everyday
Cause a n*gga gotta make up for all the years I got no sex
I'm on now, still I'm so next
In 4 years got no checks, Holmes
Next year if I ain't on that jet, walk around like Coach Rex
Real street, n*ggas hate then they feel heat

I'm so wrong, I smoke dro, I sell drugs
And I kill beats. Amen
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