Tazmin Elevator
Today on SAHipHopZA, listen to this gentle audio studio piece dubbed Elevator.
“Elevator” is a brilliant hit track by International rapper.
The song has enticing Bars, amazing melodies, and lyrics that will get your day off to a good start and make you not want to take off your headphones.
Below you may listen to and download the song.
Tazmin Elevator Mp3 Lyrics
(Intro)
It’s Tazmin
I’m high as shit
I’ve been..
(Verse)
Ballin’ on these pussy niggas like I’m on the Lakers
645 for the HP, that’s a Dodge Viper
All you niggas rock glass I’m froze with the glaciers
You was tryna fuck my bitch in yo’ trailblazer
I copped a half from California, this some Oakland Raiders
Watch me get it out the mud like I drive Jeep Wranglers
Yo’ bitch tongue smells like my dick, she needs an ice breaker
I’m finna thumb through these Benji’s like a chase banker
I like an alopecia pussy on my Taylor Swifts
I’m going harder now than ever I’m a record breaker
I’m stacking presidential paper like some politics
I got yo bitch, in rotation, like a record player
I get any bitch I want cuz I’m self-driven
My digital reads heavy weight, Sonny Liston
I got yo’ bitch acting crazy like she’s off prescriptions
I fell off then bounced back like cancer in remission
I’m going up, going up, like an elevator
I run the game, I’m the most valuable player
I’m finna shock all you niggas, stun gun taser
Elevator, yeah bitch I’m a record breaker
When I cut the lights out she’s a video vixen
A 60 bag got my dog 2 years in prison
Hell yeah I ball hard bitch, Scottie Pippen
I’m finna entertain y’all like 2 bitches kissin
I thought she was pretty, nope, she was catfishing
You ain’t finna get successful cuz you ain’t consistent
I’m not religious but I fuck her in my True Religions
I quit tryna get attention, I’m still weighing bags up
Picked a p up from Ann Arbor, gotta get my stacks up
Nigga I thought you was a hustler, you just fucked the bag up
Nigga you was dickin’ off yeah you fucked the cash up
7 grams of Megan Fox, shoots me half a rack up
I tried to swallow my ego but I threw it back up
I got the tools like Home Depot, 9 milled the mags up
I got this bag from Mexico, I think they sprayed the gas up
I’mma ball like I’m on chemo, fuck a couple halves up
I was skipping 10th grade rolling Zig-Zags up
I don’t have a project 8, but I might get jagged up
I clash and bang in the gym yeah I’m getting jacked up
Oh you feel some type of way? Nigga get yo racks up
Before I rob you of your confidence I’ll get her clapped up
Yeah I’m talkin’ bout yo’ bitch I’ll throw her calves up
I be fuckin with the white, yeah I’ll cut some slabs up
These niggas flammable, everybody’s got em gassed up
I was down on my ass but bitch now I’m back up
You flashed 100 bucks, I’ll up these 20 blues
(cough cough)
Damn that’s some good Gorilla Glue
You got finessed at a pop-up, that ain’t no real Jimmy Choo
I got a limo tinted coupe, nope, you can’t see me trappin’ in it
Yeah I fuck her good I make her cum in under half a minute
I was gettin’ money you was probably fuckin’ fat bitches
Bitch I’m in my coupe floatin’ fuckin up the dash digits
Yeah I’m out of town, but on Monday I’ll be back with it
They some ugly hoes, nigga these are not no bad bitches
20 slips then half wired, Venmo’s got a cash limit
Yeah I dog hoes I make em beat it, Michael Jackson nigga
(Outro)
It’s Tazmin
