Correction Lyrics Amber Rolls by Kodak Black

Featuring(s) : Yo Gotti, Lil Keed & Rylo Rodriguez

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[Kodak Black]
Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce
Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce, y eah

Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce
Split the wig off the coupe, make that p*ssy moist
Stars on the roof, galaxy, no Android
Shawty say she love my swag, I'm so flamboyant
Poppin' rhythm, poppin' flavor, I'm the damn boy
Say she love my lingo, say she love my damn voice
Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce
Split the wig off the coupe, make that p*ssy moist

[Rylo Rodriguez]
I know lil' niggas who took strong strikes, but got knocked off on the weekend
I put four carats in my earlobe, she ask me am I goin' vegan
In [?], she wouldn't let me hit it back then
She know I'm the future, count free bands for my backend
They left a hole in Tyrone Hill like a Dolphin
Pat him on his back, last time I saw him in the coffin
I'll tell you secrets, I'm with God now
If He find out, I'll go to Hell for him
Pay mama's bills, you know her son the G.O.A.T
When I die, just bury me up in a farm

[Yo Gotti]
I'm a Phantom type of nigga, need a driver
Hollerin', "Free Lil' Kodak Black" 'til his arrival
I had them bricks for seventeen, yeah, they were manners
Pocket full of money with no manners in designer
I'm a big flexer, nigga, I'm a shiner
'Bout that Cash Money, I grew up on Big Tymers
They call me Gotti, I'm a street nigga, you know it
I keep a F.N and a pole and I'ma blow it

f*ck around, got bored, bought that 2021
Stars in the headlighting, I think this bitch the one
Hermès seats 'cause my bitches like Birkins
My niggas like perkies, I told them, "Do it with a purpose"
My bitch ain't go not job, say when she f*ck me, yeah, she workin'
Million dollar salary, every dollar, know you worth it
Nigga say he want a war with me and I'ma hearse him
Pull up, drop that window with them sticks, ain't no reversin'

[Lil Keed]
Rolls Royce truck, I'm all in her guts
I'ma go and do one, Ion't got a crush
Yeah, you know I'm slime, goin' crazy on these boys
Yeah, you know we pull up silencers in the [Nolia/noise?]
Hey, he gettin' robbed, just mind your business
Two-ten on the SVR, it ain't rented
Rockin' Cartier shades, yeah, you know they tinted
Hunnid on a f*ckin' pendant, and it ain't finished
Yeah, we chop top, yeah, the coupe drop top
Me and Kodak, we leave it moist, we leave it juicy
Yeah, she know that he a lame, she gon' choose me
Yeah, we smoke exotic, nothin' but Doobie's, yeah

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