Amir Obè Fifteen song lyrics

Them good old days you ain't care If I'm rich or broke

We can do them movies baby you coppin' that ticket though

I ain't tryna watch the movie but I get my dick licked though

Your mom gone pick us up at 6? Nice to meet you Mrs Rose

Drop me off on the corner, on Southfield and it's swarming

If the street lights ain't on, then I'll check the floor and

We on the porch and were she grew up in North and we both had white Moms

She left you for some money though, mine love me though

Uh, fucked the convo up now I'm walking home alone

On my pre paid phone, had us all keep Jo's

Call my Brooklyn ho

Tell her send some pictures I'll be In Detroit till Christmas

Send me some Nudes huh, said I know you miss this awww

Byyitch, Byyitch

Yeah It's good enough, Know you miss me though

I'm only Fifteen so yeah

Uhhhhhh yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Young and fucked up, young and fucked up

Young and fucked up, young and fucked up Fifteen hustlin' faking sick taking rope and tussin'

Mobbin' through the hood like all you people owe us suttin'

Frontin' on them moguls Jay Jay on the back

Stuntin' drove fast, crashed that broke Jay Jay's fucking leg (dayum)

W-w-west side, grew there

Across the street like who there

Red bowl and pyjamas I'm like, 'Winnie the Pooh' bear

Approach her like I'm new here

She told me I got good hair

We did it in the garage that night was too rare

Now I'm too scared

Cos her pops find out

Deuce deuce in the bag and he might find out

That I'm young and I'm dumb and I might just show up

And If shit pop off the shit unloaded out, smooth

Huh, fuck you want me to do fresh ones

All T's can afford J's yeah but these fake gold chains gonna break necks

Pop a sin in this latex, yeah

All rap shit nigga

Gold chain real though man

You gone use this tonight, 19 carat

No monkey chain bruh

Uhhhhhh yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah