Top Songs By Ambjaay
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ambjaay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ambjaay
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lethal
Producer
James Kang
Recording Engineer
Joe Grasso
Mixing Engineer
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Momma, this **** Jay took my chili Fritos
And he won't give me my change back
I ordered a Oreo milkshake
Some chili cheese hot Cheetos
And I bought some candy
Ay, what he saying, ay
Ay, it cost to live like this, you heard me?
[Verse 2]
Dripping on these **** like ice cream
I got the juice, Hi-C
Bust down, they got me icy
I got a mountain high tech, on them high key
Dripping sauce just like ice cream
Busting on the ops she need Vising
She a bad bitch, she a dime piece
Hundred bands, stuffed in my jeans
[Verse 3]
Hit her one time, now she a single cone
She give me FaceTime, no iPhone
Freak bitch, you know we gon' get our freak on
Pussy wet like a **** turned the sink on
She want money, all the bitch get is a ding-dong
**** be hating, man, I gotta get my pitch on
Yeah, and I'm big bear ring tone (We own)
Your bitch go back and forth like ping pong
Change your chain back like I'm Big Worm
Hot boy, no perm, Usher, Let it Burn
Jaay a one hit wonder, you smoking sherm
Drippin' sauce on the curb, Hellcat on the swerve
[Verse 4]
Dripping on these **** like ice cream
I got the juice, Hi-C
Bust down, they got me icy
I got a mountain high tech, on them high key
Drippin' soft just like ice cream
Bust in her eye, she need Visine
She a bad bitch, she a dime piece
Hundred bands, stuffed in my jeans
[Verse 5]
Hit her from the back, she feeling the drip
Hit it with the dick, banana split
Ain't a bitch that I can't get
Name a bitch that I can't hit
Big bands in my pocket, it can't fit
Ice cream, paint job when I lane switch
Am be, A-1, MT, same shit
If you play with the fam, then the K spit
What would you do for a Klondike?
I'm only fucking if the body right
Shake it fast, make it clap, throw it right
I'm too fly for these ****, man, I'm scared of heights
[Verse 6]
Dripping on these **** like ice cream
I got the juice, Hi-C
Bust down, they got me icy
I got a mountain high tech, on them high key
Drippin' soft just like ice cream
Bust in her eye, she need Visine
She a bad bitch, she a dime piece
Hundred bands, stuffed in my jeans
[Verse 7]
Ay, it cost to live like this, you heard me?
Written by: Ambjaay
