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Professional Style Lyrics - Artist : AZ
[Intro: AZ]
Y'all know what it is... Brooklyn's finest! Wild money zone! AZ... Alchemist! Doin' what I do best... what y'all can't do! I'm 'bout to hop on the biggest muhfuckin' boat ever! The Queen Mary... 'Bout to cross the muhfuckin' Mediterranean. Y'all motherfuckers at war! [AZ:] Cruise ships sail out, - inmates bail out! D's flipped my day one, dog; we finally fell out! Identifyin' bodies at morgues, I need rest! I pro'ly with the faces enforced with weed breath. Patron out my pores keep you feelin' the vibe, I'm 'noyed! No hog! I'm concealin' my cries, avoid. Manic-depress' shit, - Hannibal Lect-ic; Let off a few shots dip, - ran through the exit! [Breathing hard] I'm too old for this! All these diamonds in these wrists-es and my necklaces-es Supposed to be 9 digits up, - effortless; But it's like I been posessed by "The Exorcist". Forgive me! - No Emmy's or roleplay here, Just a Bentley 2-door with the cold-faced stare; So, YEAH! (YEAH!) - Cool, whatever. Blunts, bottles or broads nigga do whatever! Blood, bullets or war'll be the move forever, Single solo or crew send them dudes to dead ya! Yes, sir! Haha! - Professional style, Truly, I ain't apply my pressure game in a while. Ruly I'm really moody; - aggress only foul, Disconnected now, so press redial! - I'm gone! [Outro: AZ] Alc'! It's all good... straight from the heart! I speak it, I live it, I love it! New album comin' soon! AZ... Alchemist... "Chemistry Files"! Add it up, dunn! [beat stops] |
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