AMB

Waist Deep (feat. NickBeam)

Anthony Lombardo, Nicholas Ross

Gotta clear my
Lemme clear my nostrils, ay
What up, though
V-Let reporting live from the Space Station
So what's up guys
Well I just wanna ask you, have you ever got hit with power
It rules everything, it'll change your world
Have you ever had true family? It's hard to come by
Hate to love but don't love to hate
V-Let baby
Yeah
Swimming in that money waist deep
Drowning in the pussy waist deep
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese
Swimming in that money waist deep
Drowning in the pussy waist deep
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese
I urge all you niggas be cautious
Cuz V-Let is out here and ballin'
That mean that we playing offense
And even if we playing defense
We take everything but the faucet
Cookies my niggas we awesome
Studio time is like every night and by studio I mean we saucin'
I never ask what the cost is, not a surprise that I'm bossin'
Not a surprise I don't never say nothing, don't gotta my money keep talking
Trapping out my old apartments
See something you don't say nothing
Guaranteed they gon' remember the name
Hit the bong, drop a song shake up the game
Better go get an umbrella cuz I am the king
I hope you're ready for rain
I do not speak about none of these lames
my time is too precious like sapphire eggs
Wait
Or maybe too precious like I'm moving weight while they hate on my gains
I'm coming they know it
Yeah, like I'm in a porno
Yeah, I smoke on this forest like Whitaker, nigga we high and in orbit
Swimming in money I hope that they forb' it
My weed is too loud tell me how you ignore it
But I am like baby bear, bed and the porridge is perfect
High as a bird and we soaring
Weed in the joint and the liquor we pourin'
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up, need Uber for sure
And I'm riding around and I'm smoking on loud
And I'm killing these niggas prepare for the corpses
Flowers for the dead florist
Rest in Peace my nigga Lawrence
And the only thing that I might need in my life is my girl and this chorus
Woo
Swimming in that money waist deep
Drowning in the pussy waist deep
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese
Swimming in that money waist deep
Drowning in the pussy waist deep
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese
Chillin with my posse
V-Let is the crew
Drinking on a brew
Nothing else to do
Thinking 'bout calling girls up, you know I got a few
Tell a friend to go tell a friend so I don't gotta choose
Where we 'bout to go
I don't even know
Ignite the STI
Peddle to the floor
Money coming fast, but money blowing slow
Lighting up a blunt, pass it to my bros
I got a bad bitch with some big titties and a big ol ass
And all these rappers suspended, I don't skip class
And I don't do math but I count the money in my bank account
We got a $200 bottle of wine and we sip the glass
I fly first class, bought my girl a new coach bag
Dug a ditch for her old man cuz her old man was a douche bag
Stole your girl and that's too bad
Eat the pussy like fruit snacks
Her body bad like a centerfold in a porno mag
Now her old man is calling her
Little does he know I'm boning her
Lick it, stick it, kill it, coroner
European she a foreigner
And I'm American, and she is here again, loving the shit that I'm showing her
And the only thing I need in this life is this girl and this chorus
Peace
Swimming in that money waist deep
Drowning in the pussy waist deep
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese
Swimming in that money waist deep
Drowning in the pussy waist deep
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese
Nah man, I ain't Tyrese

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La chanson “Waist Deep (feat. NickBeam)” de AMB a été composée par Anthony Lombardo, Nicholas Ross.

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