Ambjaay – Blow The Pickle Lyrics (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro: Ambjaay, Too $hort, & Lil Juice]
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
Blow the
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Ayy, it cost to live like this, you heard me?

[Verse 1: Ambjaay]
Ayy, blow the whistle
All this bitch get is a pickle
Chopper gon’ erase a nigga up like a pencil
Cute face, fat ass with some dimples
Man, I’m bleedin’ on these beats like a menstrual
Spin that ass like the fan on the ceiling
No Popeyes, bitch, I’m gettin’ chicken
She wanna f*ck ’cause a young nigga trippin’
Put the dick in her mouth, man, her tooth ain’t got filling
AMB independent
Scream my name when I’m in it
Jumpin’ out the gym, man, I feel like Blake Griffin
Bitch, I go H.A.M., I ain’t talkin’ Thanksgiving
Gettin’ head like a fitted
Get the cash, then I’m dippin’

[Chorus: Ambjaay & Wiz Khalifa]
Is it me or is it you?
You can tell she’ll go, got her name in her hoops
Chillin’ with the gang, they got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with her thang, she blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
Bitch, I’m too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup
Don’t worry ’bout me, worry ’bout you (Okay)
I’ma do what I do

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Bitch, I’m the truth
They tell me I’m greedy, I’ma need you, you, and you
They come when I’m leavin’, only two seats in the coupe
Come f*ck with Khalifa, I heard your nigga is a loser
Baby girl choose up, know about my music
Nigga talkin’ shit, don’t get your baby daddy bruised up

We just had a couple shots and now she in the mood to f*ck
Tryna beat it up, I ain’t in the mood for love
So f*ck your Valentine
I’m a busy nigga, I don’t have the time
It’s difficult enough tryna balance mine
In the club and I’m standin’ on the couch
When we go back to the crib, I’m tryna put it in your mouth

[Chorus: Ambjaay]
Is it me or is it you?
You can tell she’ll go, got her name in her hoops
Chillin’ with the gang, they got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with her thang, she blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
Bitch, I’m too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup
Don’t worry ’bout me, worry ’bout you
I’ma do what I do

[Verse 3: Ambjaay]
Fell in love with the loot
Follow the leader, you only tough in a group
Ballin’ on niggas, I’m MVP when I hoop
I’m f*ckin’ her good, I beat the p*ssy ’til it’s noon
Blow the whistle, blow the pickle
Shake that ass, make it clap, make it wiggle

[Chorus: Ambjaay]
Is it me or is it you?
You can tell she’ll go, got her name in her hoops
Chillin’ with the gang, they got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with her thang, she blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
Bitch, I’m too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup
Don’t worry ’bout me, worry ’bout you
I’ma do what I do

[Outro: Lil Juice & Too $hort]
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Bitch

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