Lyrics Amsterdam (feat. Benny The Butcher) - Benny The Butcher , Token
Seven
deep
in
Amsterdam
I
gave
that
girl
ego
without
her
askin'
for
it
Brand
that
bitch
with
two
Italian
logos
now
she
fashion
forward
(yeah)
She
say
she
wanna
get
high
but
she
can't
find
the
bag
she
portioned
This
is
why
my
past's
important—I
know
how
to
get
that
gas
imported
My
room
ain't
ready
so
I
bathroom
floored
it
Peeked
under
the
stalls,
they
all
was
empty
Bent
her
by
the
toilets
(toilets)
Her
friend
got
an
app
idea
Bitch
think
she
Jack
Dorsey
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Just
gotta
get
the
patent
right,
I
tell
her
say
"Congrats"
for
me
It
ain't
cool
to
be
the
one
your
homies
gotta
watch
But
I
been
operatin'
there
since
all
them
bottles
made
her
scared
Soda
water,
chase
it
down
'til
all
'em
rounds
taste
like
air
You
stack
the
glasses
I
was
off
It's
'bout
the
size
of
baby
chair
(uh-huh)
Guap
protected
with
barbed
wire,
like
it's
holocaust
gates
in
there
My
baby
prepared
the
juicy
pink
like
when
my
Tomahawk
steak
is
rare
She
not
Islam,
don't
say
them
prayers
But
it's
always
like
it's
Ramadan
The
way
she
cares
to
fast
to
keep
her
body
small
and
weight
prepared
Sweat
swinging
off
them
bitches
out
the
drop
top
(yeah)
Slur
swinging
out
the
homies
after
shot,
shot
(yeah)
Champagne
will
put
her
pussy
on
the
wanted
list
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
I
don't
invite
my
O.G.
to
the
parties
I
throw
at
the
crib
I
don't
need
the
backlash,
she's
back
And
when
he
ask
about
the
night
I
just
recap
it
(I
got
you)
Before
publishin',
hustlin'
was
still
a
me
habit
All
that
cash
into
my
mattress
practically
had
my
sheets
braggin'
(uh)
Switched
the
narrative
from
a
kid
tryin'
to
get
famous
To
a
kid
high
with
temptation
with
a
disguise
on
his
anguish
White
skin
turn
red
inside
of
his
basement
Life
is
heating
up
I
got
a
big
gripe
if
you
in
the
way
of
it
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Sweat
swinging
off
them
bitches
out
the
drop
top
(teah)
Slur
swinging
out
the
homies
after
shot,
shot
Champagne
will
put
her
pussy
on
the
wanted
list
(brr,
brr!)
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Yeah,
you
worth
the
jewels
your
family
hand
you
(right)
My
sanity
handled
it
all
I
gambled
and
lost,
dealing
with
hoes
I
don't
care
to
involve
(right)
I'm
on
satin
Alexander
decor,
inside
a
Benz
AMG
mats
layin'
on
the
floor
When
the
camera
pan
through
the
doors
(that's
right)
Life's
a
bitch
and
through
these
glasses
I
see
a
scandalous
whore
(bitch!)
In
business
meetings,
using
tactics
that's
only
standard
for
war
Could
it
be
magic
behind
pianos,
hear
Barry
Manolo's
voice
I
got
Tony
Montana's
force,
that's
on
Tony
Sopranos'
corpse
Don't
trust
chicks,
they
heartless,
just
give
'em
dick
and
problems
You
buy
'em
gifts
and
chocolates
then
give
'em
quick
responses
(uh-uh)
Shit
been
rotten
'round
here
since
Harriet
was
pickin'
cotton
Soon
as
you
get
rich,
the
IRS
come
pick
your
pockets
(damn)
In
the
trial,
judge
told
him
He
don't
deserve
to
be
free
(that's
fucked
up)
If
he
not
already
a
killer,
then
he
gon'
certainly
be
Up
the
road,
not
up
for
parole
'til
2033
Sharp
his
razor,
watchin'
reruns
on
a
blurry
TV,
ah
Sweat
swinging
off
them
bitches
out
the
drop
top
(yeah)
Slur
swinging
out
the
homies
after
shot,
shot
(yeah)
Champagne
will
put
her
pussy
on
the
wanted
list
(yeah)
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Start
shit
You
want
me
to
start
shit
So
start
it
then
You
ugly
ass
bitch
1 A Little Different
2 Caught on Camera
3 High Heels (feat. Rico Nasty)
4 HOT!
5 Not Love
6 Sip
7 Be Happy
8 WHITE TURNS RED
9 Struck Gold
10 Amsterdam (feat. Benny The Butcher)
11 Chit Chat
12 Boom (feat. JID)
13 ROUND OF APPLAUSE
14 Best Highs
15 IOD (feat. Lil Skies)
16 Pink
17 Thank God
18 30 People
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