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