Améliorer Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I've been trying to make amends
I've been trying to make amends
I've been trying to make amends
I've been trying to make amends
I've been trying to make amends
Tell the bro I'm coming in
In a B&B, you up with him
She got a body, remind me of Jen
I'm in a brib and I'm sipping on gin
I'm in the back of the crib wit' fn
He wanna hate, tell that boy, check your chin
He talkin' down on the net, that's not a blick
Ain't got no shooters that fuck around spin
I got some brothers that's lock in the pen
That shit ain't nothing, they do it within
I took my fam and I got me a plan
I got like have a hundred bands in Jan
That's not your gang, nigga, that's not your fam
He gon' be the first to tell in a Jam
On the phone, try to tell everybody
On the phone with that bitch, told her, don't need nobody
Bitch, I've been drowning in bodies
ALYX on my body, it compliments the Illuminati
And I don't even care if you trippin'
And ya' cup been empty for months, why you sippin'
He throwing up b's with the blood in his kidneys
VETMENTS my body, that shit leaving witnesses
They see a V in my back, that's me
XVI out my back, no mean
XVI , I got a shit 16
Blue religion, I was sayin' G-19
XVI, that bitch, I'm feeling like mean
All these bitches been saying I'm mean
They say what you doin' in ya' dreams
Told that bitch, I'm leaving no crime scenes
Bloody as shit
I've been trying to make amends
Tell the bro I'm coming in
In a B&B, you up with him
She got a body, remind me of Jen
I'm in a brib and I'm sipping on gin
I'm in the back of the crib wit' fn
He wanna hate, tell that boy, check your chin
He talkin' down on the net, that's not a blick
Ain't got no shooters that fuck around spin
I got some brothers that's lock in the pen
That shit ain't nothing, they do it within
I took my fam and I got me a plan
I got like have a hundred bands in Jan
That's not your gang, nigga, that's not your fam
He gon' be the first to tell in a Jam
I've been trying to make amends
Tell the bro I'm coming in
In a B&B, you up with him
She got a body, remind me of Jen
I'm in a brib and I'm sipping on gin
I'm in the back of the crib wit' fn
He wanna hate, tell that boy, check your chin
He talkin' down on the net, that's not a blick
Ain't got no shooters that fuck around spin
I got some brothers that's lock in the pen
That shit ain't nothing, they do it within
I took my fam and I got me a plan
I got like have a hundred bands in Jan
That's not your gang, nigga, that's not your fam
He gon' be the first to tell in a Jam