AZ by Macon Hamilton Lyrics
(Intro)
Mo' Southside!
478
Verse 1 (Macon)
Trading bars like a prison yard
Youngin' bumpin' "I like it" by El Debarge
Ain't nan of y'all gone take nann of ours
Best believe that
My rhymes is too Fat Joe, make niggas lean back
I don't act I pop Chris, like Stomp The Yard
And poet
Like my man Kristoff cause his shit's amazing
Breaking bitches off like cheap condoms
Dick her daily
Pray that she don't have a weak stomach
Having babies
And can't even pronounce nothing, pass that Versace!
Ha
That's that Kanye, that ain't Coca
Baking soda whipppers bragging about they arms
'til they get jammed up by jelly's playin' poker
Um
Poppin' up on dem' gums get you licked like Tootsie Rollups
Keep them arms out
Like Hol' up Hol' up
Nah wait
Hold up, Hold up?
Geah! (S/o to Mc Eight)
Nigga it's Mo' South & Mo' Southside!
Talk dat shit! Get you split! witcha mouth wide!
2nd Verse (Sayian)
Nu Rappers, but on Mayan all these guys acient!
All it takes is 6 seconds for divine vanguish
All these people Quick to have they 9's bagin'
I'll let my hands do the talking like sign language see
They ain't keeping up cause they stamina weak!
I got a head full of bars and a handful of green
Me & Macon Haam and what we Making Go Ham
On the beats
You do little so don't talk when the animals speak!
(I say they)
Experimenting on that man's flow!
I hit the J, my shoulder lean from my man Dro'
I disagree if you don't think me and my mans dope
I'm only hearing from one side like I'm Vangough!
Damn, Woah
Since you're not home
Corn cobb pipe
I got this in a Sherlock Holmes
Work my bones
Making sure you know about it out in public
NIMBUS//SOUND Grab an Umbrella cause' the cloud is comin'
*brririririrririir*
Mo' Southside!
478
Verse 1 (Macon)
Trading bars like a prison yard
Youngin' bumpin' "I like it" by El Debarge
Ain't nan of y'all gone take nann of ours
Best believe that
My rhymes is too Fat Joe, make niggas lean back
I don't act I pop Chris, like Stomp The Yard
And poet
Like my man Kristoff cause his shit's amazing
Breaking bitches off like cheap condoms
Dick her daily
Pray that she don't have a weak stomach
Having babies
And can't even pronounce nothing, pass that Versace!
Ha
That's that Kanye, that ain't Coca
Baking soda whipppers bragging about they arms
'til they get jammed up by jelly's playin' poker
Um
Poppin' up on dem' gums get you licked like Tootsie Rollups
Keep them arms out
Like Hol' up Hol' up
Nah wait
Hold up, Hold up?
Geah! (S/o to Mc Eight)
Nigga it's Mo' South & Mo' Southside!
Talk dat shit! Get you split! witcha mouth wide!
2nd Verse (Sayian)
Nu Rappers, but on Mayan all these guys acient!
All it takes is 6 seconds for divine vanguish
All these people Quick to have they 9's bagin'
I'll let my hands do the talking like sign language see
They ain't keeping up cause they stamina weak!
I got a head full of bars and a handful of green
Me & Macon Haam and what we Making Go Ham
On the beats
You do little so don't talk when the animals speak!
(I say they)
Experimenting on that man's flow!
I hit the J, my shoulder lean from my man Dro'
I disagree if you don't think me and my mans dope
I'm only hearing from one side like I'm Vangough!
Damn, Woah
Since you're not home
Corn cobb pipe
I got this in a Sherlock Holmes
Work my bones
Making sure you know about it out in public
NIMBUS//SOUND Grab an Umbrella cause' the cloud is comin'
*brririririrririir*