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Justin Alexander - American Made (Freestyle) Lyrics



Justin Alexander - American Made (Freestyle) Lyrics




Which one of y'all?
Which one?
Now, which one of y'all?
Now, which one of y'all?
Which one?
Now, which one of y'all?

Now, which one of y'all?
Wanna come home with a young brother from the West Coast?
She call my phone, but I hit her with a text though
I know she blown, but I'm onto what's next though
I ain't been here in a minute, but I rep though
You said you kept it 100, but it was less though
You can keep that little quote as a memento
Here with all my dogs
Got it lookin' like Petco
And we talking all night it's like a pep though
About the dreams and things we gon get though
You either roll with the team or get left bro
Talking to God like this is hard, I be stressed bro
But, I won't fold, I'm too solid, I'm too blessed bro
My mind sharp, I know that it's all a test bro
Shorty wanna ride through the city I'm like let's go
Cause I'm American Made like a 'Vette bro
I make the cash then I bounce like a check though
I know you ain't say it, but you see me as a threat though
Sent down from the stars to the UC
I put that on the map
That's the Bay, where do you be?
Where you been, girl?
At first you was a groupie
All up on my page like "Is it Juzzy or Juzzy?"
I was like "Um, okay, what do you think?"
Had to get off Twitter, I be tired of the group think
It's just the work, it's the grind, on the hustle
Yeah, I was down, but I built back up the muscle
Out here tryna get this ring like I'm Russell
If I don't get it, least I got this triple double
I'm from the West, I get the burger cheese and double
Tryna go and get this bag, nah I ain't tryna cuddle
Black man tryna break the chains of the struggle
Me and Irv back to back again, you in trouble
Out here finna take off, space shuttle
I got the team wrapped up in a huddle
Talking bout 500 ways for us to hustle
Yeah, slide to the left hit a shuffle
I'm a couple in and I'm stuck
I'm legit, I got hits
Bet you can't just have one like some Ruffles
Maybe that's Lays, maybe I just burst your bubble
Maybe I don't care cause I'm the piece to the puzzle

Which one of y'all?
Which one?
Now, which one of y'all?
Now, which one of y'all?
Which one?
Now, which one of y'all?
Now, which one of y'all?
Which one?
Now, which one of y'all?
Now, which one of y'all?
Wanna come through with the whole team so we can ball?
Let's get it
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Which one of y'all?
Which one?
Now, which one of y'all?
Now, which one of y'all?
Which one?
Now, which one of y'all?

Now, which one of y'all?
Wanna come home with a young brother from the West Coast?
She call my phone, but I hit her with a text though
I know she blown, but I'm onto what's next though
I ain't been here in a minute, but I rep though
You said you kept it 100, but it was less though
You can keep that little quote as a memento
Here with all my dogs
Got it lookin' like Petco
And we talking all night it's like a pep though
About the dreams and things we gon get though
You either roll with the team or get left bro
Talking to God like this is hard, I be stressed bro
But, I won't fold, I'm too solid, I'm too blessed bro
My mind sharp, I know that it's all a test bro
Shorty wanna ride through the city I'm like let's go
Cause I'm American Made like a 'Vette bro
I make the cash then I bounce like a check though
I know you ain't say it, but you see me as a threat though
Sent down from the stars to the UC
I put that on the map
That's the Bay, where do you be?
Where you been, girl?
At first you was a groupie
All up on my page like "Is it Juzzy or Juzzy?"
I was like "Um, okay, what do you think?"
Had to get off Twitter, I be tired of the group think
It's just the work, it's the grind, on the hustle
Yeah, I was down, but I built back up the muscle
Out here tryna get this ring like I'm Russell
If I don't get it, least I got this triple double
I'm from the West, I get the burger cheese and double
Tryna go and get this bag, nah I ain't tryna cuddle
Black man tryna break the chains of the struggle
Me and Irv back to back again, you in trouble
Out here finna take off, space shuttle
I got the team wrapped up in a huddle
Talking bout 500 ways for us to hustle
Yeah, slide to the left hit a shuffle
I'm a couple in and I'm stuck
I'm legit, I got hits
Bet you can't just have one like some Ruffles
Maybe that's Lays, maybe I just burst your bubble
Maybe I don't care cause I'm the piece to the puzzle

Which one of y'all?
Which one?
Now, which one of y'all?
Now, which one of y'all?
Which one?
Now, which one of y'all?
Now, which one of y'all?
Which one?
Now, which one of y'all?
Now, which one of y'all?
Wanna come through with the whole team so we can ball?
Let's get it
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Writer: Justin Eggleston
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