Elevator Lyrics – Tazmin
Singer: Tazmin
Title: Elevator
(intro)
I’m high as sh#t
I’ve been..
(verse)
Ballin’ on these p#ss# n#gg#s like i’m on the lakers
645 for the hp, that’s a dodge viper
All you n#gg#s 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 dick, she needs an ice breaker
I’m finna thumb through these benji’s like a chase banker
I like an alopecia p#ss# 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#gg#s, 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
Hell 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#gg# i thought you was a hustler, you just f#cked the bag up
n#gg# you was dickin’ 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#gg# 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#gg#s flammable, everybody’s got em gassed up
I was down on my #ss but b#tch now i’m back up
You flashed 100 bucks, i’ll up these 20 blues
(cough cough)
Damn 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 c#m 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#gg# 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#gg#
(outro)
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