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(feat. CL Smooth)
(AZ) (talking) Yea, poet, politician, playa when necessary This is AZ I'm your host for the evening It's Magic Hour How we gonna do this? No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti Bare chest, you pass this dirty gram on the pinky Respect, finess movements like your hands in grafitti Grey Goose, mixed with grape, cran and the kiwi It's truth holds galore Rolls go clothes galore; take paper till they close the door Either or, corner hustle or hustle on tour To seen it all, nothing left but to stumble no more And the sex is fantasm Flow, campaigns 'em Dough, can't change 'em Courts, can't arraign 'em It's sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught, I came in force, all the bangers is brought Brought the bang at your fort, torch and tangle your thoughts, Scorch and stand if you're short So of course, just to chill and conversate, Mil- and Salaam-ulate Millions i'm trying to chase illin' from out the gate Get it right my feelin's is not awake Ducatti bikes, shipped from out of state The pressure is on, the blunts is lit My presence is strong, it's real I'm amongst the mix The Wesson is long, I move like I'm on some shit So testin' is wrong cause once guns is drawn that's it The beats the rap the game is done We leave, we at, we smack, we bang them guns We beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we come So, peace to that he's back nigga one (CL Smooth) (talking) Yea, Chairman of the Board, man Black Leader, the Mecca Don El Presidente, Ladies and Gentlemen, All I do is bring the life to a dead game the moment I came Under my umbrella, my flag, my name If the ship leaving the port, cruise to the resort You can't be serious baby, this is sport Gotta make my rounds, head wolf of this pack Till it's me an A' steppin' out of both sides of that Maybach We can eat lovely, just don't interrupt me And mix all this checkmate with that quiet money I can see it all bubblin' the move is no troublin' I'ma give you the plug and the Sosa They all love CL, no jail for homie Only gotta tell me one time, Don't fuck me Tony Just buy weight fly straight and keep me right And I don't care what I spend on security It helps me sleep at night Scene of this sharp as me You take it in air, you can't compare To the initials engraved in my office chair The boss is here, we deep in the game You can't do it the same You gotta bring a strong leash for your dame or pop up Speaking of cheddar, me and son peak it together Can't feel it's the real deal or let the meatballs meet the Baretta Smellin' like fresh cut leather Odd color called sarsaparilla The curtain is drawn the seat's vanilla Let him see heat forever Taking that seat empowers All you wantin' is Magic Hour |
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| 11. |
| 2:38 |
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F] - Yo A what's goin on?
[AZ] - Yo yo, what up baby boy? [F] - Ohhhhh [AZ] - Hahaha [F] - What's the deal my nigga? [AZ] - Look at you, uh huh, lookin like money [F] - You know what it is [AZ] - Yeah [F] - You know what it is [AZ] - Yeah [F] - It's been 2 or 3 years, right? [AZ] - I know, I been a minute right? [F] - I know man, listen here [AZ] - It's all good tho, you know I'm maintaining [F] - You lookin good though baby boy [AZ] - I mean whatever, lets get it poppin [F] - Alright, well I'm with you, gimme ur number [AZ] - No doubt, no doubt [F] - Here go my number right here [Verse 1] You know the happenings, homies just yapping and Hand shaking, laughing, and exchanging all they math again You usually lose touch when you traveling A few dudes bruise up in the batteling Parked on Madison across from the Radison We talked about the taddling some niggaz did in Maryland Plus discussed, no homicides unraveling I asked was he dabbling he laughed and said he managing His Cardi frames was as clear as a camera lens He hardly changed, I was near in comparison We joked about how police choked him out And he claimed as far as fame I had enough to bust in Operas mouth In other words, I was up in clout And from the curb I need to pull a Larry Bird fore I'm up and out Without a sound, snatch my Guinness off the ground Rose up, gave him a pound and told him, "Homie, hold it down" [Chorus] You know the game insane in the brain Big thangs in the Range, real niggaz never change And though we homies and we no longer hang You know you know me and that love still remains So thru the fame, thru the fire and the flames I adapt to the pain, real niggaz do the same And though we homies and we no longer hang You know you know me and that love still remains [Verse 2] It was Tuesday when I saw him, figured Friday I could call him Woke up early Wednesday morning, flew a chick in from New Orleans She ain't that average bitch who be dogging for dick You know them chicks that get you sick when they keep calling Up in Nostrum's for a fresh pair of the Force 'em Of course with footwear I be that first nigga that sport 'em Caught 'em, before the salesmens even had time to assort 'em Bought 'em, before any celeb stylist eva saw 'em Warm soon as I copped 'em in the spot playing possum Debating my destination, lacing, weighing my options Celly started rocking, I anwsered, "What's poppin'?" They anwsered and said, "They shot him, now the hood got a problem" I had to swallow, reaching out for my water bottle Tryin to figure what nigga, why and by who, then Before you know it, the other voice told it It was homie from the old click I just seemed to spoke with Oh shit, this can't be serious, that's my word, pssssh [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's Doe or Die, we survive till we slain And it's no surprise, homie was prolly high when they came I know the guy, he was fly, him and I was the same A Gemini, with a status symbolized as his name Godly trained, he could camoflague on any terrain Cardi frames, we go back like bottles and James It's a shame cuz they say his baby mom is to blame But nonchalantly I refrained cuz it constantly changed From close range, somebody please slowly explain If they just wanted some jewels why didn't they go for the chain? If they just wanted some news they coulda left him in his Hanes But no, they just left a nigga breathless and banged [Chorus] - 3X |
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Its international players shit you know what I mean
Its big boys shit, y'all little boys get the fuck outta here, ya heard Floss with me and stash holds more than 50 Snatchin the baddest bitch no luggage, we off to Sicily First class flights, see me shine matchin in white Gatored up with the faded cut flashin the ice Fuck that, niggaz know me, keep low key Sneezers nosy, live niggaz creep OT From all the hustle on the streets daily numbin the brain From drainin out of his game but we runnin the same Loving the pain, thug niggaz thuggin in the rain Broke niggaz stay broke stingy huggin they chain Church niggaz just chill stay connect and thoughts While the vest they lost warrants catch them in courts Catchin the source, the students that lessons is taught I been near through my younger years perfecting the sport All praises do for all those facing the zoo, this is the crew Soon we'll be blazin that chew [Chorus] If you want it (if you want it) Just let me know (let me know) If you want it (if you want it) Just let me know (let me know) If you want it (if you want it) Just let me know (let me know) Let me know (let me know) I do this for y'all, I ball for y'all Hit the streets strap up go to war for y'all Its all for y'all, Champagne across the ball Late night hit the strip see me floss the car Hit for now, all smiles no tears for now Quiet money know the styles see all years from now Anti, still camerin shots when remise with eyes And hands through the wise Strong ties dance with the live Act hold up, my whole team actin all up Brooklyn! hear to speak niggaz packin all up Poet at heart, dart making throwin at them charge Hit or miss still a way splitter blow them a part Flow with the sharks, real killers coat with the dark Is these playin in the streets they awoke to the art AZ on your project walls act to the halls Respect all the laws, its locked now check all the doors [Chorus] What y'all niggaz want, y'all know who y'all fuckin wit What up From all the new, solar now roll with the crew Young in, now a nigga just know what to do Trustin a few, feds had me flushin pervu You fuckin with who? Slippin I'll be bustin at you Money to get, y'all niggaz that run your shit Dum on your bitch, butt fuck her cum on her tits I'm young and convinced, captive trainin for T's You ain't in my league just chill and keep blowin your weed Quiet as kept, cash flow relyin on my rep Sizing the threat, down for like knives in the vest Sure shots for the war blocks caught in the box Call for you ox, crab niggaz call for the cops [Chorus] |
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