DJ Fronteo - Amigo Sped Up (Remix)

DJ Fronteo - Amigo Sped Up (Remix) Lyric

(If he talkin' bullshit, I don't even know why you talkin')
What the-, no
No, no, no, no

Ooh, she like that (yeah)
Just mixed the BAPE with the Simons, my bad (my bad)
And you fell in love, so sad (woo)
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags (oh yeah, oh yeah)
They say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polar (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar (oh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater (uh)
Ain't believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her (uh)
Remember when I wanna link, they ain't wanna show up (uh)
Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin' up

Hit my phone, say, "You popular, I ain't popular" (nah)
Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin' pop with us (yeah, pop)
Yeah, how you say you gang if you ain't pop with us?
And I remember all them times they ain't fuck with us

Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the opps
I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin'
Boy, you beggin' for attention, you ain't really poppin'
And you can't hang with the gang, you ain't really gon' pop shit

And practice makes perfect, so the style, I had to polish
And I only hang with day ones, you already know how I'm rockin'
If he talkin' bullshit, I don't even know why you talkin' (shut up)
All these niggas gon' be fake, real man, I know how to start it

I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that yeah (yeah)
Just mixed the BAPE with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad (woo)
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags (oh yeah, oh yeah)
They say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polar (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar (oh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

And you fell in lo-o-o-o-ve, that's your fault
Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks (stocks)
And she showin' off her parts, he get smoked like a cart (cart)
And I know she wanna come and cry up in the Porsche (oh)
That's like cryin' on a horse (horse), your nigga a dork (dork)
I cannot focus, I might hop up in a Ford
And my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storage
That's an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor it

I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that (ooh, she like that)
Just mixed the BAPE with the Simons, my bad (my bad)
And you fell in love, so sad (oh-oh, so sad)
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag (oh)
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polar (yeah, uh, so-so)
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar

Yeah, uh, so, so
(Yeah, so, uh, yeah)