Lyrics Amg - Lul Ri

Uh, I put my lean on Sprite
Circle small, I keep it tight
In that AMG tonight
Oh, you got other plans
Oh, ok, let's do this right
She said she going to beat me up if I ain't coming home tonight
Yea this just a jazz song, girl I'm in that jazzy mood
She said why you ain't texting back, yea I guess that's kind of rude
She said I don't show her love, yea I guess that's kind of true
Why you keep comparing me, no I'm not them other dudes

And I'm trying to stay humble
These niggas not trying to wreck and that's a fact
They can't make no noise
I been walking with this target on my back
And he can't move no pounds
He ain't in he trap, that nigga cap
Can't put that cup down
I'm in love with Wockhardt, that's a fact
In love with stacks, why you keep on saying that I'm wrong, I know I'm right
And we just beat the case cause they forgot to read our rights
We always on going out, we ain't stopping at no red lights
Roll another jay, it make me feel right

Uh, I put my lean on Sprite
Circle small, I keep it tight
In that AMG tonight
Oh, you got other plans
Oh, ok, let's do this right
She said she going to beat me up if I ain't coming home tonight
Yea this just a jazz song, girl I'm in that jazzy mood
She said why you ain't texting back, yea I guess that's kind of rude
She said I don't show her love, yea I guess that's kind of true
Why you keep comparing me, no I'm not them other dudes

That boy ain't your father, why the fuck he tryna punish you
I ain't tryna fight, I'm tryna fuck and lay up under you
Fell in love, bitch I fell in love with what them shells do
And I've been out the loop, I'm to myself, I'm antisocial
Fell in love, bitch I fell in love with what them drugs do
Fell in love, she said when she cum, I make her comfortable
Like every time, I'm laid up with a bad bitch like Clair Huxtable
It happened every time, don't speak on the dead, them Franklin's bust at you

Uh, I put my lean on Sprite
Circle small, I keep it tight
In that AMG tonight
Oh, you got other plans
Oh, ok, let's do this right
She said she going to beat me up if I ain't coming home tonight
Yea this just a jazz song, girl I'm in that jazzy mood
She said why you ain't texting back, yea I guess that's kind of rude
She said I don't show her love, yea I guess that's kind of true
Why you keep comparing me, no I'm not them other dudes