Текст Ambjaay – Do Not Disturb
Текст:
Man you know what get on my mo’fuckin’ nerves
These mo’fuckin broke niggas
They always worryin’ bout’ what the next nigga doing, man
Aye, do not disturb, man these broke niggas get on my nerves
Look
Aye do not disturb, man these broke niggas get on my nerves
If I got a bag, you know Ima splurge
I be drippin’ all this sauce on the curb
Look
Aye do not disturb, man these broke niggas get on my nerves
If I got a bag, you know Ima splurge
I be drippin’ all this sauce on the curb
What he say, I be smoking on these fucking herbs
Cells in this Glock finna burn him like a perm
Bitch I’m too sick, I bet your neck got germs
She enjoying, so I told her bitch with the word
If a nigga trippin’ then my niggas finna purge
When I drip, you know I’m fly like a bird
She gone let the gang hit, but I come in first
If the cops come put the thing in her purse
I ain’t gone play wit it
Glizzy gotta stay wit’ it
Thank you, I’m thankful
I’m soundin’ like Thanksgiving
Slob the top, all jaws
Told her put her face in it
Hold up
Wait a minute, let me put some ?
in it
I’m on, I’m drippin’, two chains, i’m different
I ball, I’m living, crank ass, get chicken
If I have kids, Ima bust down my children
Look
Aye do not disturb, man these broke niggas get on my nerves
If I got a bag, you know Ima splurge
I be drippin’ all this sauce on the curb
Look
Aye do not disturb, man these broke niggas get on my nerves
If I got a bag, you know Ima splurge
I be drippin’ all this sauce on the curb
What he say
Like ?
gotta stay with a llama
You don’t want problems
Ima high tech poppa
Big franks and commas
Hot like some lava
Before the 4 man I used to ride in a Honda
Stay out the kool-aid
Your man, mine yours
I’m a cold nigga turn your bitch to my whore
On the way to the top, I’m going up like lamb doors
See like Jay, I heard your song on Pandora
I’m gonna swerve this whip like The Takeover
Only wanna hit lil’ bitch you can’t stay over
Man these niggas broke, man these niggas need a makeover
And this chop at his park, its sounding like October
Don’t worry about me nigga worry about yourself
Sip Bacardi, I got drip on the shelf
I need a pamper I be shittin’ on myself
I know they be mad because these niggas takin’ Ls
Look
Aye do not disturb, man these broke niggas get on my nerves
If I got a bag, you know Ima splurge
I be drippin’ all this sauce on the curb
Look
Aye do not disturb, man these broke niggas get on my nerves
If I got a bag, you know Ima splurge
I be drippin’ all this sauce on the curb
What he say!
Aye it cost to live like this, you hear me