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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ambjaay
Ambjaay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ambjaay
Ambjaay
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lethal
Lethal
Producer
James Kang
James Kang
Recording Engineer
Joe Grasso
Joe Grasso
Mixing Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Mama, this nigga Jay took my chili Fritos And he won't give me my change back I ordered a Oreo milkshake Some chili cheese Hot Cheetos And I bought some candy Ay, what he said? Ay, it cost to live like this, you heard me? Drippin' on these niggas like ice cream I got the juice, Hi-C Bustdown, it got me icy I-I-I got a mountain Hi-Tech on the high-key Drippin' sauce just like ice cream Bust in her eye, she need Visine She a bad bitch, she a dime piece Hundred bands stuffed in my jeans Hit her one time, now she a single cone She give me FaceTime, no iPhone Freak bitch, you know we gon' get our freak on Pussy wet like a nigga turned the sink on She want money, all this bitch get is a ding-dong Niggas be hating, man I gotta get my pitch on Yeah, AMB be her ringtone (We on) your bitch go back and forth like ping pong Can't get your change back like I'm Big Worm Hot boy, no perm Usher, let it burn Jay a one hit wonder, he smoking sherm Drippin' sauce on the curb, Hellcat when I swerve Drippin' on these niggas like ice cream I got the juice, Hi-C Bustdown, it got me icy I-I-I got a mountain Hi-Tech on the high-key Drippin' sauce just like ice cream Bust in her eye, she need Visine She a bad bitch, she a dime piece Hundred bands stuffed in my jeans Hit it from the back, she feeling the drip Hit it with the dick, banana split It ain't a bitch that I can't get Name a bitch that I can't hit Big bands in my pocket, it can't fit Ice cream paint job when I lane switch AMB, A1MT, same shit If you play with the fam, then the K spit What would you do for a Klondike? I'm only fucking if the body right Shake it fast, make it clap, throw it right I'm too fly for these niggas, man I'm scared of heights Drippin' on these niggas like ice cream I got the juice, Hi-C Bustdown, it got me icy I-I-I got a mountain Hi-Tech on the high-key Drippin' sauce just like ice cream Bust in her eye, she need Visine She a bad bitch, she a dime piece Hundred bands stuffed in my jeans Ay, it cost to live like this, you heard me?
Writer(s): Joseph Mejia, Jayvon May Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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