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letra de so fly - aasim

[intro: aasim]
yeah, yeah, turn it up though, black
yeah
it’s new york city
aasim, flyest n-gga
when i step in the room all the b-tches say sw-nky
hahaha, yeahh, ay

[verse 1: aasim]
rest assured i’m somethin’ heaven sent, my flow is godly when i’m
rhymin’ you could search but hardly find a state of mind that’s more
bacardi when i’m spillin’ sh-t, feelin’ this in my
delivery of deliverance, it’s ignorance, which is bliss
and pardon my fly n-ggas and chicks, i’ve been away a while
no i wasn’t awaitin’ trial for once, i was stackin’ chips
gettin’ all my n-ggas sh-t, f-ckin’ desperate housewives
and swattin’ negative houseflies that tried to hovеr over
all my grind music-ness, that boy is special whеn he talk
a couple sentences, his flow drench is pretentious
lil’ f-ckers with they gimmick sh-t, people in trances
doin’ corny lil’ dances, talkin’ bout they rich but really they broker
than ashy larry is, sh-t is hilarious
the pimp is here, the sw-nky limp is here, the gift is here
the new york cobblestone prince is here, n-gga yeah i’ve been
aware of you in despair, don’t interfere with why i’m savin’ you now
just go with the sh-t
[chorus: iyanna dean]
i’ve been feelin’ like i’m almost there
tip, tip-toein’, passin’ through the air
swagger so mean, tryna catch my breath
can’t believe you got me feelin’ like a pimp sing
oh-oh-oh
oh, oh-oh
oh, oh, oh
ay, ay

[verse 2: aasim]
just go with it, i’m pro with it, and poetic
no profit, for-profit, i pen it ’cause that’s my profession
perfection, perplexin’ those, not in proper
possession of the garments i copped from the polo section
my dolo sections is overly aggressive
if you don’t hold, you don’t go home, ho, with my hormones
now run along where you belong, peasant, aas’ got a strong presence
aas’ got a long stretchin’, for those in need of a strong
long p-rn session, ah man, sean, they sweatin’
i perform acts of reckless, thoughts that defy court benches
a little off-senseless, still i dress the more freshest
word to my forefathers, my forearms is tatted
with the blood of a savage dog menace, and it’s a death sentence
to trespass in my war path, n-ggas end up breathless
i been in my cage restless, repentin’, now i’m ready
to make my second bad boy grand entrance, feel me?
[chorus: iyanna dean]
i’ve been feelin’ like i’m almost there
tip, tip-toein’, passin’ through the air
swagger so mean, tryna catch my breath
can’t believe you got me feelin’ like a pimp sing
oh-oh-oh
oh, oh-oh
oh, oh, oh
ay, ay

[outro: dj self]
money pit part two!

- aasim

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