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letra de pause! - lil azure

[hook: lil azure]
hold up, pause!
i pull up drip with the sauce
polo sweater gucci draws
she said why i said because
hold up, pause!
polo sweater gucci draws
she said why i said because
i pull up drip with the sauce
like hold up
like, yuh!
hold up, pause! (aye, what)
hold up, pause! (what)
she said “i’m cutting you off and i mean it”
i said “pause! ’ya hate to see it'”

[verse one: lil azure]
let me show you what’s up with it
i get the bag and i run with it
you bring the heat and i’m duckin’ it tuckin’ it
wanna try me go ahead test your luck with it
up in the foreign i put in in hyperdrive
hit you from far i got sniper eyes
pull up we bringin’ the pain like a viper bite
you fake and changin’ like diapers right
you wanna fight d-mn i might arrive, wait
you ride the chevy, i ride the foreign
my sh-t exotic, your sh-t is borin’
i got a check, pull up and wreck
we leave em’ wet, that’s on the set
do what i want, i like to flex
i like to stunt, show off the thread
do what i want, all in my bag
i got a scope, you hit the deck (ayy, ayyy)

[verse two: king keem]
do what i want, ’cause i love to flex
polo the fabric feel good on my chest
don’t want her p-ssy i just want the neck
feel like a ref how we pull out the techs
these n-ggas mad ’cause their b-tch call me honey
i don’t play games when it come to my money
20s and 10s no i don’t want no ones
pull up on that n-gga now he tryna run
fingers stay green ’cause i’m countin’ my funds
i got that drip like a kid out the mud
stay with some hounds, so come test your luck
your w.c.w. be showin’ me love
don’t wanna cuddle i just wanna f-ck
i don’t f-ck with you so don’t call me your cuz
stop flexin’ that money your stack full of ones
give me one day i can double your funds
tommy the belt while you shoppin at macy’s
but it’s okay ’cause you strugglin’ lately
p-ss me off i just might take your lil’ lady
know for a fact, don’t these n-ggas hate me

[verse three: king amer]
up in the clouds, i’m high off the blunt
you n-ggas ain’t hard, that’s just a front
f-ck on your b-tch, no it’s not a stunt
f-ckin’ your b-tch yeah i bloodied her c-nt
she blow my tip and she say that i’m trippy
white from the eyes yeah you know that it’s slippy
you mess with dirty i call him a hippie
king amer here now he f-ckin’ her throat
i take your b-tch now i’m rockin’ her boat
look at my shootin’ they call me a goat
king amer evil i’m k!llin the people
i don’t do illegal i rock with the beetle
i don’t need a single eyes red like the devil
my lyrics are mental the bullets too metal
i’m slingin’ the a.k. no syrian rebel
peg all my streets yeah we give ’em a sh-ll
your gang the sewer them n-ggas they smell
blood on my hands yeah i send ’em to h-ll
timbs on my feet cost imma farewell

- lil azure

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