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Ambassel Video (MV)




Performed By: JID
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Destin Route, John Welch




JID - Ambassel Lyrics
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(Crystal)

Uh, look
I played the game
I missed the shot
I had the answers then forgot
I knew one day my - will pop
Finesse phenomenon-menon
Flexin' I fell out and cut the check
Monop-monopolize the set
But I put out and take a hit like I can die like any sec

Born on the day of the dawn of the dead
I don't see nothing but red
I 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
Determined the plot and the threats

It ain't no stopping the run
Poppin' son of God dropping anybody who next
I want a mansion, I got a million advances
I wanna stay in Atlanta
Most of them move to LA
And throw all of their money away
And move back with their 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 "Uh, so what?"

Who wanna touch
Who wanna rough me up
(Nobody) my hittaz ready to bust
Kick in the door when I come out the cut (what, yeah)
Who wanna touch
Who wanna rough me up
(Nobody) my hittaz ready to bust
Do what I do and I say what I want (huh)

Yeah, mama yo kid in a magazine
Get in a magazine
And I had a stack on my jacket at Grammy week
See the audacity
I was a bad kid
Bad City you see the duality, who trying to battle me
Hittaz is after me
Cannot be that many
Who wanna rough me up
Fatality, really its up it's stuck
Undoubtedly baby don't touch the bucks
My salary double your baby daddy
Maybe triple, I'm trouble
I get the tackle and the pick and
I hustle had to have it
Had to get in the huddle
In the gravel and rubble
Got me a sack and I'm trying to be subtle
We just actin' like a dog with a muzzle
Seat it back or put 'em back in a puddle
We attacking better stand back and watch 'em run
Shotgun come with the options
Send big blitz nobody blocking
Big win, that's a ring and a watch
Strong end when he comes in the slot trying to bend the corner
Your limbs gettin - that's your partner
Then your twin getting -
All you wanna do is talk, I don't even talk
Thought I heard somebody talking
I could pull up with that - Chewbacca, the -
Banging my chest and my head on the locker
Feeling like Waka Flocka Flame
I put the opposition out the game
I'm out of pocket but I'll rock with the gang
Animosity reside inside of me
So I'm like a product of power in pain

Who wanna touch, who wanna rough me up
(Nobody) my hittaz ready to bust
Kick in the door when I come out the cut (what? Ok)
Who wanna touch, who wanna rough me up
(Nobody) my hittaz ready to bust
Kick in the door when I come out the cut (what? Ok)
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(Crystal)

Uh, look
I played the game
I missed the shot
I had the answers then forgot
I knew one day my - will pop
Finesse phenomenon-menon
Flexin' I fell out and cut the check
Monop-monopolize the set
But I put out and take a hit like I can die like any sec

Born on the day of the dawn of the dead
I don't see nothing but red
I 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
Determined the plot and the threats

It ain't no stopping the run
Poppin' son of God dropping anybody who next
I want a mansion, I got a million advances
I wanna stay in Atlanta
Most of them move to LA
And throw all of their money away
And move back with their 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 "Uh, so what?"

Who wanna touch
Who wanna rough me up
(Nobody) my hittaz ready to bust
Kick in the door when I come out the cut (what, yeah)
Who wanna touch
Who wanna rough me up
(Nobody) my hittaz ready to bust
Do what I do and I say what I want (huh)

Yeah, mama yo kid in a magazine
Get in a magazine
And I had a stack on my jacket at Grammy week
See the audacity
I was a bad kid
Bad City you see the duality, who trying to battle me
Hittaz is after me
Cannot be that many
Who wanna rough me up
Fatality, really its up it's stuck
Undoubtedly baby don't touch the bucks
My salary double your baby daddy
Maybe triple, I'm trouble
I get the tackle and the pick and
I hustle had to have it
Had to get in the huddle
In the gravel and rubble
Got me a sack and I'm trying to be subtle
We just actin' like a dog with a muzzle
Seat it back or put 'em back in a puddle
We attacking better stand back and watch 'em run
Shotgun come with the options
Send big blitz nobody blocking
Big win, that's a ring and a watch
Strong end when he comes in the slot trying to bend the corner
Your limbs gettin - that's your partner
Then your twin getting -
All you wanna do is talk, I don't even talk
Thought I heard somebody talking
I could pull up with that - Chewbacca, the -
Banging my chest and my head on the locker
Feeling like Waka Flocka Flame
I put the opposition out the game
I'm out of pocket but I'll rock with the gang
Animosity reside inside of me
So I'm like a product of power in pain

Who wanna touch, who wanna rough me up
(Nobody) my hittaz ready to bust
Kick in the door when I come out the cut (what? Ok)
Who wanna touch, who wanna rough me up
(Nobody) my hittaz ready to bust
Kick in the door when I come out the cut (what? Ok)
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Writer: Destin Route, John Welch
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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