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Sax Fifth Avenue Flow |
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She rock the Gucci clutch |
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Don't give out the coochi much; |
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On the rare occasion she'll steam the dutch; |
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Wrist gleaming much |
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Such things will have you locked up with customs for custom rings; |
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She's accustomed to custom things |
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That you can't pronounce; |
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But I'm a Brooklyn dude and she loves hanging out; |
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We chill in Ft. Greene |
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She calls it Clinton Hill; |
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Plus she love it when I take her through Brownsville; |
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Always entertaining conversation |
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She pure heart; |
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Loving different cultures plus she's into art; |
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Never knew where to start |
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So I played my part; |
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Caught in the "friend zone"; |
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Feeling like Eli in the red zone |
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No plays to score; |
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Even though her whole framework I did adore; |
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Her whole allure |
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Body crazy, skin mocha; |
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Down to earth |
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Watch sports and played poker; |
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Wonder if she knows how I felt |
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As we sat and conversate about a dude she dealt with; |
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I felt it every time she went into detail; |
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And not a tag on this female was retail |
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Shorty dress like a Hov song |
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All that shit Kanye talk |
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But she built like a hood girl |
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Beyonce got the same walk |
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Sacks Fifth Ave, a handful of bags and my pants still sag |
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My pants still sag |
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With my Sax Fifth Avenue Flow |
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Gotta love her |
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When i need her |
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She come thru |
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I'm like, "to run errands" |
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She like, "whatever boo" |
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She's ramming bout pants sagging |
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As 2 dudes cross our path n' |
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As we flashin in the benz wagon |
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Her and two friends |
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We commence the blunt passin' |
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As they keep the conversation up |
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About how niggas need to grow up |
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I stay laughing |
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Cuz so often those are the ones that they end up with |
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Opposities attractin' |
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A strong statement |
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Guess that's how I ended with this situation |
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Cats hatin' |
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Seem like they waiting for my spot to be taken |
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But we just friends |
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I don't have the time or the patience |
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To deal wit her high maintenance |
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But moments alone |
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Have me second guessing |
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Always knew I could have her if I started pressin |
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And the way she fit into the things she dress in |
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That dvf, gievanchy, lanvin, & Louis Vuitton |
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Shorty dress like a Hov song |
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All that shit Kanye talk |
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But she built like a hood girl |
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Beyonce got the same walk |
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Sacks Fifth Ave, a handful of bags and my pants still sag |
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My pants still sag |
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With my Sax Fifth Avenue Flow |
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Shorty's from Chitown |
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Nice booty, eyes brown; |
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Takin' trips to Philly |
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Just to keep that vibe 'round; |
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Cause she says I'm different |
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Than most (of) the niggas that she |
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Meet on a daily basis |
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None of them make her happy; |
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Met her on the humble |
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Hoping out a taxi |
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Wit' two of her friends |
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Grabbing mad bags out the back seat; |
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Bout to hit Zaxby's |
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And lounge for a minute |
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Her whole style's on point |
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Like pyramids of kemit; |
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True queen, eyes green, name was maxine |
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Every time i hop in the benz |
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She bangin' c.r.e.a.m.; |
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Always had something to steam |
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So loud it'll scream |
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Louis bag matchin her jeans |
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Nahmean; |
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She was super fire |
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No one prior that i desire |
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On a mental note |
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Never focusing on vagina; |
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We prayed together went shopping |
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Even laid together; |
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Attracted to each other |
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But never played with pleasure |
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Yeah! |
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Shorty dress like a Hov song |
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All that shit Kanye talk |
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But she built like a hood girl |
| [03:28.99] |
Beyonce got the same walk |
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Sacks Fifth Ave, a handful of bags and my pants still sag |
| [03:36.74] |
My pants still sag |
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With my Sax Fifth Avenue Flow |