"Miramax" lyrics
Dave East & Harry Fraud Lyrics
(feat. Vado)
Look I'm than close
All this shit I've been through I order smoke
This for like Romelo and Raynard when pops overdose
Parked in front the projects in Suntin that's painting artichoke
I talk to the devil but I get nervous when God approach
We talking low
Flow like Chen Degas and they with the robe on
Cops be playing park patrol I trapped and got my stroll on
Bop like a civilian we get targeted regardless
They hate me in Gucci love me in Target or Marshalls
You know you on the boogie you get picked up by the marshals
Takin' flicks that shit could cost you
Just was here but now we lost you
The saxophones is louder funeral still expensive
It's fettin' all in the powder be careful about how you mix it
Giuliani made them stop and frisk us
Just tryna stay consistent must stashes then turn to whiskers
I heard the blogger mention that her label changed my image
They judge me by my flag and not the way I came for business
Belene and Elaine I'm ten it can't show a snake forgiveness
Like mix and ace said lulu got that base im tryna flip it
I don't like not gangster loot, so paying forward is just a picture
Make a move that'll get you richer, till you cruisin' in a Fisker
You can either ben Derek Fisher or Guy Fisher
Play the quarter play the block
Just make sure they pick sides with you
Aw man yo hi
You know this my first time on the Harry Fraud track
Yo
This shit feel like Miramax
Tell every card up in Miramax
Every bra hole in the bottle sparkles white hair in MACs
Bein' chings in the background ain't no comparin' that
It's goin' down up in that 911 Carrera MAC
Black ridin' slow with a yellow bone from Strava's road
It's only right one of the baddest all the suppliers know
Can't lie I just got this call to stand by my man died
Told her take the car she yelled I can't drive
Like the Sugar Hill scene fifth scale dreams
Pharrell bait Pharrell V jeans red yellow green
Lil' yachty ears fresh line up with the knotty hair
Walk in the room everybody scared like the shotty near
Till I'm in the rocking chair I ain't here for the back and forth
No tennis mask tennis chains about two three or four
Me or more for this rap done
And pop like cap guns I'm that one
That get drunk and don't know how to act son
My son a team now I know Jalen too they king bound
We be proud to watch how they move and do they thing now
All this shit I've been through I order smoke
This for like Romelo and Raynard when pops overdose
Parked in front the projects in Suntin that's painting artichoke
I talk to the devil but I get nervous when God approach
We talking low
Flow like Chen Degas and they with the robe on
Cops be playing park patrol I trapped and got my stroll on
Bop like a civilian we get targeted regardless
They hate me in Gucci love me in Target or Marshalls
You know you on the boogie you get picked up by the marshals
Takin' flicks that shit could cost you
Just was here but now we lost you
The saxophones is louder funeral still expensive
It's fettin' all in the powder be careful about how you mix it
Giuliani made them stop and frisk us
Just tryna stay consistent must stashes then turn to whiskers
I heard the blogger mention that her label changed my image
They judge me by my flag and not the way I came for business
Belene and Elaine I'm ten it can't show a snake forgiveness
Like mix and ace said lulu got that base im tryna flip it
I don't like not gangster loot, so paying forward is just a picture
Make a move that'll get you richer, till you cruisin' in a Fisker
You can either ben Derek Fisher or Guy Fisher
Play the quarter play the block
Just make sure they pick sides with you
Aw man yo hi
You know this my first time on the Harry Fraud track
Yo
This shit feel like Miramax
Tell every card up in Miramax
Every bra hole in the bottle sparkles white hair in MACs
Bein' chings in the background ain't no comparin' that
It's goin' down up in that 911 Carrera MAC
Black ridin' slow with a yellow bone from Strava's road
It's only right one of the baddest all the suppliers know
Can't lie I just got this call to stand by my man died
Told her take the car she yelled I can't drive
Like the Sugar Hill scene fifth scale dreams
Pharrell bait Pharrell V jeans red yellow green
Lil' yachty ears fresh line up with the knotty hair
Walk in the room everybody scared like the shotty near
Till I'm in the rocking chair I ain't here for the back and forth
No tennis mask tennis chains about two three or four
Me or more for this rap done
And pop like cap guns I'm that one
That get drunk and don't know how to act son
My son a team now I know Jalen too they king bound
We be proud to watch how they move and do they thing now
