Concious/CNK Production - Sax Fifth Avenue Flow lyrics

Traum Diggs Verse 1: Sax Fifth Avenue Flow She rock the Gucci clutch Don't give out the coochi much; On the rare occasion she'll steam the dutch; Wrist gleaming much Such things will have you locked up with customs for custom rings; She's accustomed to custom things That you can't pronounce; But I'm a Brooklyn dude and she loves hanging out; We chill in Ft. Greene She calls it Clinton Hill; Plus she love it when I take her through Brownsville; Always entertaining conversation She pure heart; Loving different cultures plus she's into art; Never knew where to start So I played my part; Caught in the "friend zone"; Feeling like Eli in the red zone No plays to score; Even though her whole framework I did adore; Her whole allure Body crazy, skin mocha; Down to earth Watch sports and played poker; Wonder if she knows how I felt As we sat and conversate about a dude she dealt with; I felt it every time she went into detail; And not a tag on this female was retail Chorus: Shorty dress like a Hov song All that sh** Kanye talk But she built like a hood girl Beyonce got the same walk Sacks Fifth Ave, a handful of bags and my pants still sag My pants still sag With my Sax Fifth Avenue Flow R3vERb Verse 2: Gotta love her When i need her She come thru I'm like, "to run errands" She like, "whatever boo" She's ramming bout pants sagging As 2 dudes cross our path n' As we flashin in the benz wagon Her and two friends We commence the blunt pa**in' As they keep the conversation up About how n***as need to grow up I stay laughing Cuz so often those are the ones that they end up with Opposities attractin' A strong statement Guess that's how I ended with this situation Cats hatin' Seem like they waiting for my spot to be taken But we just friends I don't have the time or the patience To deal wit her high maintenance But moments alone Have me second guessing Always knew I could have her if I started pressin And the way she fit into the things she dress in That dvf, gievanchy, lanvin, & Louis Vuitton Repeat Chorus AZIZ Verse 3: Shorty's from Chitown Nice booty, eyes brown; Takin' trips to Philly Just to keep that vibe 'round; Cause she says I'm different Than most (of) the n***as that she Meet on a daily basis None of them make her happy; Met her on the humble Hoping out a taxi Wit' two of her friends Grabbing mad bags out the back seat; Bout to hit Zaxby's And lounge for a minute Her whole style's on point Like pyramids of kemit; True queen, eyes green, name was maxine Every time i hop in the benz She bangin' c.r.e.a.m.; Always had something to steam So loud it'll scream Louis bag matchin her jeans Nahmean; She was super fire No one prior that i desire On a mental note Never focusing on vagina; We prayed together went shopping Even laid together; Attracted to each other But never played with pleasure Yeah! Repeat Chorus