Braziness E

DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh. It's okay if Drake did it, I still wanted To hit it like a legendary hoe from high School giving head in the bleachers. I still wanted to bleed her. Tell her how dope I am like, "Baby, watch How I freak it." Them other dudes sped you Up on cocaine, I introduce you to lethal. I might hit the bag for fun, treat your Ass like a diva, 'cause you the main feature. I don't want the makeup, natural how I keep Her. When they made you how they made you, It was perfect, believe me. Look at all my other hoes, they the same, Can't you see it? I might like a certain part of you more Than your features. That's why I focus on your Smile, the dimples and creases. I slide in with no rubber even though it's Dangerous. No paperwork, fuck the clearance, I was made for this. You got me saying Shit that sound brazy as angel dust. Music to drive-by, roll the windows and things gon' Bust. I'm talking about the sample like when Common Did with hip-hop, but I still love you like My first love, a bitch from the V-Bop. Leave me alone, freely to roam. James Clark themes, Relaxing was the song. Autumn leaves like it's fall. Smell the bottle rocket, Mighty Mice, weed in the Bong. Familiar germs, tell 'em please sing along. Locker combos with the tree in my drawers. Twenty bags and G's in my socks. Who are all these lil' marks? Couldn't hang like palms on the block. Fuck with the opps, that's regular-degular like Hanes for the box. Bloodstain on my Glock, close range, he was got. New Range hopping out, that's my bitch, not my Car. Aw damn, that was hard. Sunday nights on the shore sniffing dope by the Straw. Fuck you mean, is it raw? Two middle fingers, fuck the law. Trunk full of heels and some bras. Double D, oh my Lord. "What's his fee?" she wanna know. Too much for these lil' hoes, it's worth. Yeah, uh, I come to the projects to see You, you come out cocaine in your nose, baby Screaming. I came to release my demons like I Came to release my semen. I ain't into preaching, soon as I nut, you Hear tires screeching. Bird on the wire blaring out my speakers in The newest sneakers. Some Nikes I found in Harajuku. Rare colorways, models from the new releases. I'm the feces. Popping P's and chugging B's for No rhyme or reason. Never betray funky brothers, Blood, that shit is treason. Charlie Brown, Vince Karate when it's 'tis the Season. Earth, Wind & Fire, baby, these the reasons. I'm tryna fuck for sure and that's a fact, So tell me where we meeting. God walk with me through enemy hoods, so I Ain't scared to leave, but I ain't scared to Squeeze. I leave it to PP like Jerry Mathis Left it to Beaver. I'm Derek Jeter of the Rap game, I let her hold my...