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tazmin - elevator lyrics

(intro)

it’s tazmin

i’m high as sh+t

i’ve been..

(verse)

ballin’ on these p+ssy n+ggas like i’m on the lakers
645 for the hp, that’s a dodge viper
all you n+ggas rock glass i’m froze with the glaciers
you was tryna f+ck my b+tch in yo’ trailblazer
i copped a half from california, this some oakland raiders
watch me get it out the mud like i drive jeep wranglers
yo’ b+tch tongue smells like my d+ck, she needs an ice breaker
i’m finna thumb through these benji’s like a chase banker
i like an alopecia p+ssy on my taylor swifts
i’m going harder now than ever i’m a record breaker
i’m stacking presidential paper like some politics
i got yo b+tch, in rotation, like a record player
i get any b+tch i want cuz i’m self+driven
my digital reads heavy weight, sonny liston
i got yo’ b+tch acting crazy like she’s off prescriptions
i fell off then bounced back like cancer in remission
i’m going up, going up, like an elevator
i run the game, i’m the most valuable player
i’m finna shock all you n+ggas, stun gun taser
elevator, yeah b+tch i’m a record breaker
when i cut the lights out she’s a video vixen
a 60 bag got my dog 2 years in prison
h+ll yeah i ball hard b+tch, scottie pippen
i’m finna entertain y’all like 2 b+tches kissin
i thought she was pretty, nope, she was catfishing
you ain’t finna get successful cuz you ain’t consistent
i’m not religious but i f+ck her in my true religions
i quit tryna get attention, i’m still weighing bags up
picked a p up from ann arbor, gotta get my stacks up
n+gga i thought you was a hustler, you just f+cked the bag up
n+gga you was d+ckin’ off yeah you f+cked the cash up
7 grams of megan fox, shoots me half a rack up
i tried to swallow my ego but i threw it back up
i got the tools like home depot, 9 milled the mags up
i got this bag from mexico, i think they sprayed the gas up
i’mma ball like i’m on chemo, f+ck a couple halves up
i was skipping 10th grade rolling zig+zags up
i don’t have a project 8, but i might get jagged up
i clash and bang in the gym yeah i’m getting jacked up
oh you feel some type of way? n+gga get yo racks up
before i rob you of your confidence i’ll get her clapped up
yeah i’m talkin’ bout yo’ b+tch i’ll throw her calves up
i be f+ckin with the white, yeah i’ll cut some slabs up
these n+ggas flammable, everybody’s got em gassed up
i was down on my ass but b+tch now i’m back up
you flashed 100 bucks, i’ll up these 20 blues
(cough cough)

d+mn that’s some good gorilla glue
you got finessed at a pop+up, that ain’t no real jimmy choo
i got a limo tinted coupe, nope, you can’t see me trappin’ in it
yeah i f+ck her good i make her cum in under half a minute
i was gettin’ money you was probably f+ckin’ fat b+tches
b+tch i’m in my coupe floatin’ f+ckin up the dash digits
yeah i’m out of town, but on monday i’ll be back with it
they some ugly hoes, n+gga these are not no bad b+tches
20 slips then half wired, venmo’s got a cash limit
yeah i dog hoes i make em beat it, michael jackson n+gga

(outro)

it’s tazmin

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