Ambassel
J.I.D"Ambassel" is a song by J.I.D, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 1:59 long and contains 79 lines and 533 words.
Lyrics
0:03Christo
0:05Uh look I played the game I missed the shot
0:08I had the answer then forgot
0:09I knew one day my pop
0:11Finesse phenomenomenon
0:13Flex an awful lot and cut the check
0:14Man I monopolize the set
0:16But I been out and takin'
0:18Hits like I can die like any sec
0:19Born in the day the dawn of the dead
0:20I don't see nothing but red
0:22They gather the blankets the milk and the bread
0:23I come from the east and I'm traveling west
0:25Got a machete I chop and I chop
0:26At the neck of the serpent
0:27Determine the plot and the threats
0:29It ain't no stopping the run
0:30Poppin' son of God droppin' anybody who next
0:32I want a mansion I want a million advances
0:34I'm gonna stay in Atlanta
0:35Most of 'em move to LA and throw all of they
0:37Money away and move back with they parents
0:38I see the canvas
0:39I got the brush in my hand the colors are mixing again
0:41Grabbing a stick with my hand
0:42I drop my guts the world is us so what
0:44Who wanna touch
0:45Who wanna rough me up
0:47Nobody my hitters ready to bust
0:48Kick in the door and I come out the cut
0:50What yeah
0:51Who wanna touch
0:52Who wanna rough me up
0:53Nobody my hitters ready to bust
0:55Do what I do and I say what I want woah
0:57Yeah mama your kid in a magazine
0:59Kid in a magazine
0:59I had a stack in my jacket at
1:01Grammy week see the audacity
1:02I was a bad kid bad city you see the duality
1:04Who tryna battle me huh
1:05Hitters is after me
1:06Cannot be that many who wanna rough me up
1:08Fatality really it's up it's stuck
1:10Undoubtably baby gon' touch the bucks
1:11My salary double your baby daddy
1:13Maybe triple I'm trouble
1:14I get the tackle and the pick and I hustle
1:15I had to have it had to get in the huddle
1:17In the gravel and rubble
1:18Got me a sack and I'm tryna be subtle
1:20We just actin' like a dog with a muzzle
1:21See the back-up put him back in a puddle
1:23We attackin' better stand back and watch and run
1:25Shotgun come with the option
1:26Send big blitz nobody blockin'
1:28Big win that's a ring and a watch
1:29Strong end when he come in the slot
1:31Tryna bend the corner your limbs gettin'
1:32That's your partner then your twin gettin'
1:34All you wanna do is talk I don't even talk
1:36Thought I heard somebody talkin'
1:37I could pull up with the Chewbacca the
1:39This bangin' my chest and my head on the locker
1:41Feeling like Waka Flocka Flame
1:43I put the opposition out the game
1:44I'm out the pocket but I rock with the gang
1:46Animosity reside inside of me
1:47So I'm like a product of power and pain
1:49Who wanna touch
1:49Who wanna rough me up
1:51Nobody my hitters ready to bust
1:52Kick in the door and I come out the cut
1:54What yeah
1:55Who wanna touch
1:56Who wanna rough me up
1:57Nobody my hitters ready to bust
1:59Kick in the door and
1:59I come out the cut woah okay
Christo Uh look I played the game I missed the shot I had the answer then forgot I knew one day my pop Finesse phenomenomenon Flex an awful lot and cut the check Man I monopolize the set But I been out and takin' Hits like I can die like any sec Born in the day the dawn of the dead I don't see nothing but red They gather the blankets the milk and the bread I come from the east and I'm traveling west Got a machete I chop and I chop At the neck of the serpent Determine the plot and the threats It ain't no stopping the run Poppin' son of God droppin' anybody who next I want a mansion I want a million advances I'm gonna stay in Atlanta Most of 'em move to LA and throw all of they Money away and move back with they parents I see the canvas I got the brush in my hand the colors are mixing again Grabbing a stick with my hand I drop my guts the world is us so what Who wanna touch Who wanna rough me up Nobody my hitters ready to bust Kick in the door and I come out the cut What yeah Who wanna touch Who wanna rough me up Nobody my hitters ready to bust Do what I do and I say what I want woah Yeah mama your kid in a magazine Kid in a magazine I had a stack in my jacket at Grammy week see the audacity I was a bad kid bad city you see the duality Who tryna battle me huh Hitters is after me Cannot be that many who wanna rough me up Fatality really it's up it's stuck Undoubtably baby gon' touch the bucks My salary double your baby daddy Maybe triple I'm trouble I get the tackle and the pick and I hustle I had to have it had to get in the huddle In the gravel and rubble Got me a sack and I'm tryna be subtle We just actin' like a dog with a muzzle See the back-up put him back in a puddle We attackin' better stand back and watch and run Shotgun come with the option Send big blitz nobody blockin' Big win that's a ring and a watch Strong end when he come in the slot Tryna bend the corner your limbs gettin' That's your partner then your twin gettin' All you wanna do is talk I don't even talk Thought I heard somebody talkin' I could pull up with the Chewbacca the This bangin' my chest and my head on the locker Feeling like Waka Flocka Flame I put the opposition out the game I'm out the pocket but I rock with the gang Animosity reside inside of me So I'm like a product of power and pain Who wanna touch Who wanna rough me up Nobody my hitters ready to bust Kick in the door and I come out the cut What yeah Who wanna touch Who wanna rough me up Nobody my hitters ready to bust Kick in the door and I come out the cut woah okay
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