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Traum Diggs - "Sax Fifth Avenue Flow" ft Williz Freeman (Official Music Video) [HD]

Published on 23 May 2022 / In Film & Animation

You can grab a copy of 'Sax Fifth Avenue Flow' below:

Available on Itunes: http://bit.ly/YSpHQd
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Android Market: http://goo.gl/eG1Me
Also Available the brand new EP from Williz Freeman, Nomadic. http://willizfreeman.bandcamp.com/

Directed by Will Harris Productions(Itinerant Films)
Song: Sax Fifth Avenue Flow (Black Champion EP)

623 Entertainment
Artist: Traum Diggs ft Williz Freeman
Location: New York City(Brooklyn & Manhattan)

Download the entire EP for Free Here: http://bit.ly/TraumDiggsEP

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Website: http://bit.ly/traumdiggs
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Soundcloud: http://bit.ly/TraumSC


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.

Shorty dress like a Hov song,
all that shit 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 passin',
as they keep the conversation up,
about how niggas 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, & louboutin.

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 niggas 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 Sacks B
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
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


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