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AZ( A.Z. )
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Professional Style
Yall know who it is
Brooklyns finest
AZ, optimist
Doing what I do best
Im bout to hop on the biggest motherfucking boat with Malcolm
Queen Marry, motherfucker met the fame in
Damn I felt that war
Cruise ship sellout
Please one day with my dog
We finally fell out
Identifying bodies at morgues I need vest
Probably with the faces and force are we rap
People feeling the vibe
No hold on pursuing my prize
Manic depressed shit Hannibal Lector
But after a few shots
Still the man through the exit
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Im too old for this
All these diamonds in my wrists and in my necklaces
Pose the beat 9 digits up effortless
But its like Ive been possessed by the exorcist
Gives me no enemies or role-play here
Just a Bentley two door with a cold face steer
So yeah, cool whatever
Most bottles abroad
We can do whatever
Blood Willis at war youd be removed forever
Singing solo acoustic
Yes sir, professional style
Truly I aint about my pressure game in a while
Ruling Im really moody aggression fowl
Disconnecting now so press speed dial, Im gone
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