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Prum Ave Video (MV)




Performed By: AJ Bank$y
Featuring: Mike Abstrakt
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: AJ Banksy




AJ Bank$y - Prum Ave Lyrics
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[ Featuring Mike Abstrakt ]

Perfect volume
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real
Aite, look
Appearing courtesy of me, currency I need
The way she come console me, swear I almost fell asleep
I made a vow to keep it brief, a vow I gotta keep
Then cop Courvoisier so we can party on the beach
I got a number you could call, that being said I'm hard to reach
I got a brother, he my dawg, I'll never let him see defeat
Got a habit I could solve if Satan gave me some reprieve
Shorty gotta be on fire, the way she coming out them jeans
I got a heart that's full of gold, if you could mine it you would see
Made a lot of dumb mistakes but that just help with my belief
See that bottle by the bed, man that just help me when I sleep
I'll never die like when you play the game and add a couple cheats
I mean a beast that's underrated from the Bay is what I be
Had no cable growing up, I got creative with a beat
The internet was dial up, but all my kicks was fly enough
So either way I got connected anytime I really need
I need Anita Baker playing through the speakers in my V
You know that sweet love, that sweet love, it help me breathe
A respirator, you a hater if you don't acknowledge me
They love me way out in Decatur, all the way to Sandy Springs
I'ma Prum Ave legend, never half steppin'
Still paying debit, the money getting hectic
I used to have depression, that's why I'm never flexing
My angels be protecting, that's why I'm never stressing
Don't wake me out my sleep if you ain't went and started breakfast
A nigga gotta eat and I'ma probably order seconds
I always keep it g, that's why I took her ass to Checkers
I'm always gon be me, so you can hate it or respect it
I'ma Prum Ave legend, never half steppin'
Still paying debit, the money getting hectic
I used to have depression, that's why I'm never flexing
My angels be protecting, that's why I'm never stressing, man look
Yeah, yeah
Appearing courtesy of me, yeah
Appearing courtesy of
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Still
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Perfect volume
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real
Aite, look
Appearing courtesy of me, currency I need
The way she come console me, swear I almost fell asleep
I made a vow to keep it brief, a vow I gotta keep
Then cop Courvoisier so we can party on the beach
I got a number you could call, that being said I'm hard to reach
I got a brother, he my dawg, I'll never let him see defeat
Got a habit I could solve if Satan gave me some reprieve
Shorty gotta be on fire, the way she coming out them jeans
I got a heart that's full of gold, if you could mine it you would see
Made a lot of dumb mistakes but that just help with my belief
See that bottle by the bed, man that just help me when I sleep
I'll never die like when you play the game and add a couple cheats
I mean a beast that's underrated from the Bay is what I be
Had no cable growing up, I got creative with a beat
The internet was dial up, but all my kicks was fly enough
So either way I got connected anytime I really need
I need Anita Baker playing through the speakers in my V
You know that sweet love, that sweet love, it help me breathe
A respirator, you a hater if you don't acknowledge me
They love me way out in Decatur, all the way to Sandy Springs
I'ma Prum Ave legend, never half steppin'
Still paying debit, the money getting hectic
I used to have depression, that's why I'm never flexing
My angels be protecting, that's why I'm never stressing
Don't wake me out my sleep if you ain't went and started breakfast
A nigga gotta eat and I'ma probably order seconds
I always keep it g, that's why I took her ass to Checkers
I'm always gon be me, so you can hate it or respect it
I'ma Prum Ave legend, never half steppin'
Still paying debit, the money getting hectic
I used to have depression, that's why I'm never flexing
My angels be protecting, that's why I'm never stressing, man look
Yeah, yeah
Appearing courtesy of me, yeah
Appearing courtesy of
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Still
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Writer: AJ Banksy
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