Lyrics:
Gretchen von Ivan
Go-kart rushin' to finish their album then you find them
Lost, dog paddling, back stroking, what done happened?
Be rhymin' catching
round
If them Gunnas on the seen they gone lay you down
Shootas be masked up don’t play
You can get ya pass took like a play
Runnin that sack up by
a motherfuckin' decent Honda
I'll say that only albums are dying
The way I'm saying it's slowly dying
I mostly play the whole album like 72 Seasons
Motherfuckers
Games that People Play
(I love you)
Each of them carries your memory still
I can still see that look in your eyes
The one that preceded your kisses
Beef is when you tell the chef to bring them steaks out
So let's play house with the Dracos and the ARs
Stay the fuck up off of Stanley grass and take
You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin'
I'm actually buzzin' this time
Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine
I do not
motherfuckers must ain't peeped them
Last two albums, for real, dick riders
[Hook - 2x]
All you hoes, talking down
Guard your grill, keep moving around
The younger me would probably think I was soft
But I look back at them days and I know I was lost, uh
Living life without a care in the world
So, how could I
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
know you are too my brother
Fruit smoothie for the win
Now I'm up 50
Getting to the chicken
Baby are you comin wit me
Call the full court press
Now I'm
like it means nothing.
Singing happy birthday.
Planning how to snuff it.
Good to bring protection,
when you stepping outta Narnia.
Be backed up by
an album fill the cunt full of hits
Put a track in the middle of the album to talk my shit
Now you know I'm plenty different nothing like any of them
I'm
thing on your
Waist cause niggas poppin' hesitate cuz
They'll let you feel them shots boy
(Watts boys don't play
Watts boys stay struttin' watts boys
going to be difficult for Portugal to break them down.
COMMENTATOR 1:
Nice turn by Hope. Plays it out wide to Marangone, who drives forward, looking
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
the days until the album drops
Artists worst fear is their album flops
My worst fear is that I'll come up empty
Then I'll go back to pushing them mops
Can't
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
Press play with just one touch
Whenever my skies turn to gray and
Life starts getting too much
I turn on and tune out
I love this music so much
Ba
Stoney it's on
HOOK:
Pick up a tape off of the wall
I won't press play until you're ready to watch them all
Let the credits play then touch rewind
All we
tonight
(Aight)
Now them seventy niggas? Thirty gon' hate us
That's why I play the role, keep control
And throw them off wit' these dirty gators
See
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
a clean record
Gave him the lane to go from street coke
To the good life of the champagne it's
Also a play on how he
Makes money off records, his albums
Are
No stress on a chip stackin' conquest
No stress with this full court press
Left coast sucka duckin', passin' tests
No stress u can tell by the way I
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