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Pi'erre Bourne - Amen (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
James Kang
James Kang
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Asim ‘Simmy Auto’ Dowdell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bill Jabr
Bill Jabr
Mastering Engineer
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Just thank the Lord, say (ooh) Had to keep my guap safe (ooh), since I had my space (yeah) Yeah, I been a- ooh (ooh) Yeah, I been on top, aye (yeah) that boy blocked, bae (oh, oh) You got opps, ain't you? (Oh) No, we ain't all angels (damn), we got that Palm Angels (yeah) I got game, Saints Row (woah-oh) E.T., I go outer space, just go back home I'm out of this world, out-of-body experience Aye, say I'm living too fast and furious Yeah, ain't no holding back Nigga talk, now you still hold on to that (why?) Nigga like me (me), hold a hundred damn racks (damn) I just get my guap (yeah), yeah I hold on that (damn) How it feel, yeah, to hold a hundred damn racks (they don't know) How it feel, yeah, to hold a hundred damn racks (you don't know) On my shoulder, yeah (pads) Damn, it feel like I got on shoulder-pads (yeah) Damn, it feel like I got on shoulder, aye (yeah) Fuck that bitch, she cryin' on your shoulder, yeah (wah-wah-wah) 'Cause she know now, that it's over, yeah (yeah) Damn, I thought I, damn, I thought I told you, yeah (yeah) Running up the bag, watch my Achilles Bitch I got the glide when I walk like the Heely's, aye Bitch I got the ties in New York, you in Philly, aye We ain't had no ride, had to walk, do you feel me? (Feel me) Yeah, these niggas don't know me like they think they do (oh, no) I'm getting this guap But that don't mean I won't say somethin' to you (shh) I'm gettin' this guap But I ain't got much time, yeah, to talk to you When you gettin' the guap They just really wanna find time to talk to you (shh) Aye, aye, hey, say my prayers, hey, round up the days, hey I'm prepared, hey, for anything, hey, come my way, hey Yeah, yeah, say my prayers, wait Just thank the Lord, say (ooh) Had to keep my guap safe (ooh), since I had my space (yeah) Yeah, I been a- ooh (ooh) Yeah, I been on top, aye (yeah) that boy blocked, bae (oh, oh) You got opps, ain't you? (Oh) No, we ain't all angels (damn), we got that Palm Angels (yeah) I got game, Saints Row (woah-oh) E.T., I go outer space, just go back home I'm out of this world, out-of-body experience Aye, say I'm living too fast and furious Na, na, na, na Na, na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na, na, na-na, na-na Sweet and nice Sweet and nice Sweet and nice Now put upon ends Give me woman a-sweet at night Next track
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