Correction Lyrics Blow That S#%t by AZ

Featuring(s) : Dave East

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Lyrics

[Intro: AZ]
Haha, get money (Get money)
Everybody gettin' money, right?
Well, ain't they?

[Pre-Chorus: Varrick Smith & Dave East]
One, two, fifth make the block jump (Make the block jump)
Carpal tunnel with the wrist make the pot jump (Pot Jump)
G550 make the lot jump
Table full of sweet Mickey, nigga, pop somethin'

[Chorus: Varrick Smith & Dave East]
Blow that shit (Blow that shit), blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow that shit), blow that shit
Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell with a MAC-12 in your mouth, ugh
Blow that shit (Blow that shit), blow that shit (Blow that shit)
Blow that shit (Blow it, nigga), blow that shit
Them rings and things you singin' about, bring 'em out
It's hard to fail with a digi' scale on the couch, nigga

[Verse 1: AZ]
Secret agendas, I sit amongst my members involved
And like gods, we dialogue over dinners incog'
Closed curtains, еxpose no person
Privacy's a part of the wеave, globally mergin'
Conversin', speakin' on physics through analytics
Stand frigid, double my digits and I ran with it
Out of the skillet to a fly high rise, exquisite
Luxury views, Central Park exhibit
Fuck a critic, switchin' lanes is my claim to fame
So my mishaps with the raps, y'all can blame the game
Still, it's the slang mixed with rhythms and mysticism
Bein' the reasons the women dig him and killas big him, I'm spillin' wisdom
Right wrongs, I enlight and reform
Scribe a scripture like a picture, send a kite through the storm
Let's get it on for what I'm reppin', no misconceptions, I'm imperfection
From Brooklyn Bridge, got a sign from BIG, he sent his blessings (Uh)

[Verse 2: Dave East]
You dealin' with kings, emerald stones just chill in my ring (Emeralds)
He did his time, got his respect just 'cause the nigga ain't sing (Silence)
Sometimes they turn into the choir, interrogation room feelin' like fire (Fire)
No Cuban links now, he got on a wire
Learned my wisdom from the wise, I paid homage (I did)
Respect to those before me, to be honest, this era been kinda boring
Wanted a yacht since the Naughty shorts, bucket matchin', smokin' Backwoods
Run up in the precinct screamin', "Fuck the Captain!" (Fuck you)
Adolescent years, I Metro-bussed Manhattan, luck was backwards
Anything I touched was tragic, barely graduated, just did enough to pass it
From afar I saw a Rollie, now it's Audemars
Know when it's really smoke, it's hard to call it off
Fragrance of cigars straight from Havana, condo in Atlanta
Smokin', watchin' reruns of Fred Sanford, smell the candles
My man showed me how to scam, I told my man, "That's very clever"
He copped a Benz from next year, that shit had cranberry leather
If we never spoke again, we sold grams to live better
Bad transmission in that Jetta, our plug was from Venezuela
Raised by felons that wanted you dead if you thought 'bout tellin'
Morally it's incorrect, mental twisted, that's why we sellin' (Word)

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