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lirik lagu intro – azariah

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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

[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

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