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Terrance Escobar Amateur Hour

[Hook 1: Terrance Escobar]
Running man dance how i run to them bands
I put them bands in my trudaman pants
I want blue hundreds, it's nothing they coming

Niggas they scummy
They switch up for money
Ambulance nigga I'm rushing to get em'
Lil shorty mad cause she know I don't feel her
Threw on the leather like Michael in thriller
You singing to thotties, we calling you Tiller

Gassin big blunts niggas smoking the finest
Deeper and deeper I want her to climax
Put her on camera
Coming with stamina
Shoutout my pilots from Houston to Canada

Amateur hour, you niggas is trash
Amateur hour, you niggas won't last
I am the best and you niggas is last
Yung skkkrrttt the best and you niggas is last

[Verse 1: Terrance Escobar]
Fuck being humble they stumble too much
Order the uber pull up and I touch
Bring me a game, a wood and a Dutch
Coughing up pressure and sipping on mud
All of em doubted, they said I was trash
Hit after hit after hit on they ass
Boy you a opp you do not get a pass

Call me Yung Q all you niggas is fuu
Call me Yung Q how I'm coming with juice
Feeling like Q how I sauce up the youth
I want the hundreds they gotta be blue
Shoutout to bloodgang I f..ck with them too
My niggas with me they sparking up boof
I want a cougar, a Benz, and a coupe
Make it do magic like, "where go the roof"

Peep her complexion you know she is foreign
Polo man sheets so I'm sleep on Ralph Lauren

I'm a young nigga just chasing my dreams
All these lil' bitches they thotties, they scene
My only mission is getting that green
Stacking up paper ain't no in betweens
Saucey with bitches they loving the steeze

Knock out the pussy like Rocky did creed
Knock out the pussy like Rocky did creed
[Hook 1: Terrance Escobar]
Running man dance how I run to them bands
I put them bands in my trudaman pants
I want blue hundreds, it's nothing they coming

Niggas they scummy
They switch up for money
Ambulance nigga I'm rushing to get em'
Lil shorty mad cause she know I don't feel her
Threw on the leather like Michael in thriller
You singing to thotties, we calling you Tiller

Gassin big blunts niggas smoking the finest
Deeper and deeper I want her to climax
Put her on camera
Coming with stamina
Shoutout my pilots from Houston to Canada

Amateur hour, you niggas is trash
Amateur hour, you niggas won't last
I am the best and you niggas is last
Yung skkkrrttt the best and you niggas is last
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