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elevated - tedy andreas lyrics

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[verse 1]
hit the block, observin’ for cops

mack on your b*tch, right hand on my crotch
she love my gangster strut

i’m elevated, son

abrams with the ice on the tint
for money, rinse
sanitize the prints, can’t trace my fingers as evidence

my clique divide cake
while we slice steaks off versace plates
no need for us to *n*lyze snakes, they clear as day
when i walk out, like i’m playing “where’s waldo”
pointing the marks out
cut you off like barbers
if we got to question where your heart at (uh)
the benz is triple black

led’s under the seats
and templates on the fender
y’all advertise hecklers without the heart to fire weapons
excelled in h*ll environments
now hit islands in 747’s, b*tch
[chorus]
and you know how it goes down (uh)
ain’t trippin’ on my po, i’ll smoke a whole pound (uh)
and you know how it goes down (uh)
taking b*tches back to the telly after shows now (uh)
and you know how it goes down (uh)
ain’t trippin’ on my po, i’ll smoke a whole pound (uh)
and you know how it goes down (uh)
taking b*tches back to the telly after shows now (uh)
motherf*cker

[verse 2]
saint laurent, down to my socks
my aura’s paramount
siesta keys to flushing queens
my g’s my [?]
mental notes made, i play dumb
my clique a hater, son
who ain’t promote my tape or ask for favors when i make it (uh)

at your risk

your b*tch make you me for foreplay
only *rg*sm you gave since ’08
i correlate how the foreign make [?] face
the medallion venezuelan
prada, italian leather
america’s cupped sneaks on my feet
without weed, i’m short*tempered
i’ve seen fear of failure paralyze my dog’s potential
in forensic files, manila photos
i’ve got ’em represented, b*tch
[chorus]
and you know how it goes down (uh)
ain’t trippin’ on my po, i’ll smoke a whole pound (uh)
and you know how it goes down (uh)
taking b*tches back to the telly after shows now (uh)
and you know how it goes down (uh)
ain’t trippin’ on my po, i’ll smoke a whole pound (uh)
and you know how it goes down (uh)
taking b*tches back to the telly after shows now (uh)
motherf*cker

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