Jaziah - Amy Winehouse (feat. Coach K) Lyrics

I'm the type to go put diamonds on my bitch
This bitch a freak she f*ck me good
And I'm gon' f*ck her raw on camera
I shoot my stick and work my fye
Say one wrong word and I might blam ya
She mad as f*ck that I won't listen
My weed too loud, can't understand ya
Say come on
Do me good and f*ck me raw
Like bae go down and blow my key
JaZ when the f*ck you get so stiff
Cause I'm a nigga from the streets
She said she love a f*cking gangster
I tell her see me on the east cause I'm a real life blood
And my brother step for me
I'm from the north, but bitch, I'm tied in with the west
My niggas wanna grow that six-point star sitting on my chest
You be outside, you better pass that f*cking test
My dog ain't talking pencils when he ask me for some lead
I shot niggas, I got shot real, like no games played
Tell you niggas that you suck, I just call a spade a spade
Niggas bitch Dwyane Wade, niggas switch Dwyane Wade
Oh, he pulled up with some fine shit, f*ck his bitch Dwyane Wade
Pull up with some fine shit, I'm on that time
I feel like Bron up in that paint, because my bitch a f*cking dime
It ain't no M up on that table, then I ain't finna f*cking sign
Was down bad, you wasn't dere, like why the f*ck my call decline
So many guns up in my trap, I told my opps come find out
And all my bitches sniffing coke, I call her Amy Winehouse
She got powder in her nose, this one special cake
Bae, they call me coach, so you know I'm quick to hit a J
Take off your clothes, bitch, they taking too much space
My life rock and roll, I keep groupies where I stay
Turn up my hoe, she f*ck with me, she catching dates
We go K for K, these niggas food a plate
We throw caution to the wind, all my youngins know is spin
Pop more X, let's do it again, she like, yes, let's do it again
I want both like you and your twin, that's a commandment, two out of ten
Telling me no, committing a sin, baby, just show me you in it to win
I just might f*ck her again, and f*ck her again, f*ck it, I'll f*ck her again
I just might f*ck on a friend, and f*ck on a friend, den tell her I f*cked on a friend
I just went Gucci the belt, Dior on my body, f*ck it, I carti the lens
F*ck his bitch Dwyane Wade, man, JaZ and Coach, you did it again
I'm the type to go put diamonds on my bitch
This bitch a freak she f*ck me good
And I'm gon' f*ck her raw on camera
I shoot my stick and work my fye
Say one wrong word and I might blam ya
She mad as f*ck that I won't listen
My weed too loud, can't understand ya
Say come on
Do me good and f*ck me raw
Like bae go down and blow my key
JaZ when the f*ck you get so stiff
Cause I'm a nigga from the streets
She said she love a f*cking gangster
I tell her see me on the east cause I'm a real life blood
And my brother step for me