360.5 Lyrics Aminé
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Hey)
Look, it’s a brat summer
Grab a drink or a cig or the ***
I like petite girls and I like the big bumpers
Turn around, throw it back, I love a thotiana
Look, if A. G. made it, Amine persuaded
I’m off a lotta ***, yes, I’m faded
She pray to Allah but she do no chasers
Gotta thank God for that ***, I’m gracious
Yeah, throw them dollars in the sky
360, shawty pose one time
Every time I drop, it’s like the 4th of July
Am I on drugs? Shawty, I’m too fried
Yeah, buddy, rolling like a big shot
Chevy tuned up like the drugs in my white socks
Lip gloss on the blunt ’cause the *** hot
Espresso Martini type *** with the good top
Skinny *** with the long locs (Yeah)
I’m too fine for my balloon to get popped (Yeah)
I’m out here lookin’ like the Timberlake mugshot
I got Acne on my face, not the kind that you pop
Bumpin’ that, bumpin’ that, bumpin’ that K
Baby wipe your nose like there’s slime on your face
How you got a Maybach with no house?
I’m in my car like The Pack, I don’t rent now
My ex see my ex and I wanna have *** with both of ’em
All my friends say the problem is they both love em
They say, “Yeah” when I *** ’em like my name is Wunna
I’m gettin’ cash money, baby, like my name Stunna
She work them angles, yeah, she a demon but she Charli’s angel
Always pillow, talkin’ ’bout drama
I *** her good then I take her to Jitlada (True)
Drop down, yeah, put the camera flash on
So stylish, we gon’ *** with the flash on
Drop down, yeah, *** with no warning turn me on
Work angelz, yeah
Yeah, 360, turn around, bust it down, put it on me
Ain’t no other *** that can trick like me
Take you everywhere, I’ll buy you Goyard (Ah-ah, ah)
Woodlawn *** from the 5-0-3
I wanna *** her out, respectfully
I take her everywhere, Ischia or Milan (Ah-ah, ah)
Bumpin’ that, bumpin’ that, brat summer, girl, I’m bumpin’ that
Young Amine, keep bumpin’ that
Sometimes, I was just wanna rewind
I’m just a man who’s stuck in my ways
I don’t like to text everyday
And my friends like to give me advice
But the *** too good, it’s too fire
They wanna call my phone