Amigo (Explicit)

Amigo (Explicit) - Lil Tecca

Lyrics by：Tomas Martinez PKA Manso Beats/Joel Abraham PKA Jo L'Z/Taz Taylor/Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe

Composed by：Tomas Martinez PKA Manso Beats/Joel Abraham PKA Jo L'Z/Taz Taylor/Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe

I like this song

We love you Tecca

Ah ah ah ah ah ah

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 n***a 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 n***a 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 f**k with us

Yeah f**k the opps f**k the opps

I see right through these n***as 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 s**t

And practice makes perfect so the style I had to polish

And I only hang with day ones you already know how I'm rockin'

If he talkin' bulls**t I don't even know why you talkin'

All these n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a heart cold ain't talkin' polar

Send that boy to the stars now he talkin' solar