Текст песни Amigo - Lil Tecca
I
like
this
song
We
love
you,
Tecca
I
just
ran
into
your
chick,
ooh,
she
like
that
Just
mixed
the
Bape
with
the
Simons,
my
bad
And
you
fell
in
love,
so
sad
You
wish
that
you
could
go
back
to
when
she
said
call
back
He
came
with
that
drip
and
left
with
a
toe
tag
I
went
to
the
mall,
I
walked
out
with
more
bags
They
say
a
nigga
heart
cold,
ain't
talkin'
polar
Send
that
boy
to
the
stars,
now
he
talkin'
solar
And
I
feel
like
Chris
Paul
with
the
floater
Ain't
believe
I
had
that
sauce,
yeah,
I
had
to
show
her
Remember
when
I
wanna
link,
they
ain't
wanna
show
up
Funny
how
they
hit
my
jack,
see
a
nigga
blowin'
up
Hit
my
phone,
say
you
popular,
I
ain't
popular
Yeah,
chopper
hit
him,
have
him
singin'
pop
with
us
Yeah,
how
you
say
you
gang
if
you
ain't
pop
with
us?
And
I
remember
all
them
times
they
ain't
fuck
with
us
Yeah,
fuck
the
opps,
fuck
the
opps
I
see
right
through
these
niggas,
I
see
through
they
noggin
Boy,
you
beggin'
for
attention,
you
ain't
really
poppin'
And
you
can't
hang
with
the
gang,
you
ain't
really
gon'
pop
shit
And
practice
makes
perfect,
so
the
star,
had
to
polish
And
I
only
hang
with
day
ones,
you
already
know
how
I'm
rockin'
If
he
talkin'
bullshit,
I
don't
even
know
why
you
talkin'
All
these
niggas
gon'
be
fake,
real
man,
I
know
how
to
start
it
I
just
ran
into
your
chick,
ooh,
she
like
that
Just
mixed
the
Bape
with
the
Simons,
my
bad
And
you
fell
in
love,
so
sad
You
wish
that
you
could
go
back
to
when
she
said
call
back
He
came
with
that
drip
and
left
with
a
toe
tag
I
went
to
the
mall,
I
walked
out
with
more
bags
They
say
a
nigga
heart
cold,
ain't
talkin'
polar
Send
that
boy
to
the
stars,
now
he
talkin'
solar
And
you
fell
in
love,
that's
your
fault
Got
racks
in
the
vault,
in
New
York
like
stocks
And
she
showin'
off
her
parts,
he
get
smoked
like
a
cart
And
I
know
she
wanna
come
and
crop
in
the
Porsche
That's
like
cryin'
on
a
horse,
your
nigga
a
dork
I
cannot
focus,
I
might
hop
up
in
a
Ford
And
my
memory
real
bad,
I
think
I
just
ran
out
of
storage
That's
an
opp
right
there,
yeah,
catch
him,
finna
floor
it
I
just
ran
into
your
chick,
ooh,
she
like
that
Just
mixed
the
Bape
with
the
Simons,
my
bad
And
you
fell
in
love,
so
sad
You
wish
that
you
could
go
back
to
when
she
said
call
back
He
came
with
that
drip
and
left
with
a
toe
tag
I
went
to
the
mall,
I
walked
out
with
more
bags
They
say
a
nigga
heart
cold,
ain't
talkin'
polar
Send
that
boy
to
the
stars,
now
he
talkin'
solar

1 Glo Up
2 Ransom (Remix)
3 Weatherman
4 Sidenote
5 Left, Right
6 Why U Look Mad
7 why u look mad
8 Glo Up
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