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letra de intro - azariah

intro lyrics
[intro]
woodondabeat!

[chorus]
first off, don’t be callin’ when i’m in the zone
matter fact, don’t call me ‘less you n-ggas really talkin’ a brick
i’m in my city tryna put my other n-ggas on
i ain’t tryna pull up ’cause you n-ggas never talkin’ ’bout sh-t (skrt-skrt)
i swear these n-ggas they be cappin’ hard as dimma-dome
somebody give this boy a emmy, i swear this n-gga actin’ a gift
i took a break, i had to leave that rap sh-t alone
got back in that bag, f-ck a n-gga, now i’m back in this b-tch

[verse 1]
actin’ a fool, i’m back in the stu’
i’m havin’ fun up in this b-tch, i called my n-ggas, now they back in it too
just called some b-tches, now they jiggin’ and we mackin’ ’em too
i’m gettin’ top, recordin’ while she throw it back in the booth
30 on me, check my n-gga and hе packin’ it too
my let one off and get producеr runnin’ fast out a room
then play it cool, so we can get this n-gga back in the room
record a track then and tip ’em extra for the crack in the roof
let me get back to that top and quit that f-ckin’ ’round
funny n-gga sh-t, but i ain’t laughin’ when that cuddy ’round
had to go and cut some n-ggas off ’cause i can’t trust ’em now
get to ballin’, gotta play it perfect like the buzzer round
drop a n-gga even if i think he gon’ fold
circle small, but we gon’ put the whole city on go
shout-out dezzo, that’s my n-gga, i’ll drop any over bro
he know if i make it first then i’ma get eem on froze
hundred-fifty on bro, n-gga, anything go
take his son and brother shoppin’, i ain’t stingy on bro
sh-t, but i ain’t gon’ cap, we gon’ both get a bag
twin scat-packs, make a n-gga sh-tty on the road (skrt-skrt)
[verse 2]
i’m a city boy, i got these n-ggas actin’ up
how you up, but yo’ b-tch wanna f-ck me? sh-t ain’t addin’ up (huh?)
i’m the type of n-gga f-ck yo’ b-tch and come and smoke a pack wit’ ya
that be with the same hand that was smackin’ her ass, n-gga (haha)
sh-t, but what he don’t know can never hurt a n-gga (facts)
she want some louis on her clothes, she ain’t worth it, n-gga
i c-ck the b-tch up like a toolie, then i kick her to the curb
how b-tches be that boujie when they work at hooters servin’ n-ggas? (on the gang)
b-tch, i ain’t leavin’ no tip, you passed (h-ll nah)
i’m gon’ switch you like you new fit, new bag (h-ll yeah)
don’t be callin’ if you ain’t a new b-tch (h-ll nah)
i’ma hit you with that, “new phone, who the f-ck is this?”
on the take, n-gga, bow

- azariah

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