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letra de azam - par.

gold plate on ma linens, blending in with ma skin and
gotta bachelor mission do not ask who i’m kissing
stable life in a manner, i’ll be horse in a banner
too bored with the life so i aiming for p-ssion
pour another gl-ss i been sipping too long
took me not that long just to hop on this song
got stacks not there, think i’m seeing a future
but this old lifestyle just something for losers
i just kick it and sit in; never hit it and quit it
got her feeling my business. man i gotta get in it
probably never the one, sh-t you know i’m a star
but these pretty girls dance too fine at the bar sayin:

[hook]
you know
i’m on (x8)
you know
i’m on (x8)

i’m bad
not maybe
i’m mad
not crazy
throw some twenty dollar bills
stack it all up to the ceiling
got me all giddy giddy, sh-t is all a brahmin feels
and stop
ae, baby, baby, i see the way you been looking
i see the way you been hooking
eyes all lying, this ain’t a way to my happiness
throw that -ss out if you think i want that sappy sh-t
light skin coming up, riding on a monsoon
tap your sticks for me before y’all enter a room
i ain’t about to let an amateur keep me entombed
i see you need to make lines, you’ll be dissing my views
i be born with the power; i know of my generations
know all of this, i hold up my venerations
i could go minister, administer sh-t
toss you in a casket, with subliminal sh-t
all you jokers just a bunch a unloveable’s
better move the f-ck out, if you think i’m untouchable
see me pop off; watch me take it away
yeah, this world love sounds, i got something to say
yeah, get it

[hook]

if i had a diss track, sh-t you know it’d be lit
crack a bottle on your -ss, see you lickity split
i ain’t need a crew to back me, bomb your -ss in a pit
see my heritage is running, bomb your -ss then i spit
and i see the way you been booking
i see a way you been cooking
i’m hooking and mucking and f-cking up until i’m shook in
bands. all playing when you playing my mind
do you see what’s inside?

9/11 ain’t nothing when i’m bombing this track
i k!ll a beat on a mic better write on a plaque
i’m living all sin; better not cross my ways
back to back, i hit it hard, do not ask me a stay
play it

[hook]

and if i had one thought think i get too lost
pour some light skin rum on her tight rock bod
i got 5 more in me, sh-t, you know i gotta hit it
never p-ss it off. keep it till my face’s sh-tty
feeling greatest in the latest
and the thing is it’s amazing
no air in my lungs, i take a deep breath hissing
speak four d-mn tongues, sh-t, you know i’m french kissing

[hook]

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