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Catch the Wave (feat. Jack Fro$t)
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Utwór Catch the Wave (feat. Jack Fro$t) został wydany 1 lipca 2022 przez PCPG/Infinity One Collective jako część albumu Don't Ask Me, Just Listen (Deluxe)
1 lipca 2022
WytwórniaPCPG/Infinity One Collective
JęzykEnglish
BPM66
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

Balling center stage, tryna catch the wave, I know
Treble and the bass, bout to make a play, high notes
UV with the rays make the choppa spray pyro
Roll another jay tryna see how blaze I go
Balling center stage, tryna catch the wave, I know
Treble and the bass, bout to make a play, high notes
UV with the rays, make the choppa spray pyro
Roll another jay, tryna see how blaze I go
Double cup, this ain't lean in it, this is Hennessy
Fuck is up, who the coldest ****, better mention me
Rolling up, you can fly with me, where's your energy
Loaded up, you can die quickly, show my enemies
Baby said she fucking with my vibe cause I'm mysterious
Hate how all these other ****, can't take them serious
Now her homegirl coming with us cause she curious
Fuck them to the City Girls, hope they don't miss their period
Trust me if you love me, you gon love me forever
I can't be stuck with forever, scenery change like the weather
Always seducing to the Coochie, Gucci sprayed on the sweater
Momma can make me that cheddar but she can't lay on my leather
I gotta over grind, I put in overtime
So until December my **** watch how I over shine
I gotta vision to witness, can't put you over mine
On my flow everyday they tryna catch the wave
Balling center stage, tryna catch the wave, I know
Treble and the bass, bout to make a play, high notes
UV with the rays make the choppa spray pyro
Roll another jay tryna see how blaze I go
Balling center stage, tryna catch the wave, I know
Treble and the bass, bout to make a play, high notes
UV with the rays make the choppa spray pyro
Roll another jay tryna see how blaze I go
Bitch I reign up over all, my pain don't equal flaws
In the booth with no drawers jus to shit all on y'all
When I give it my all, bitch I feel like Lebron
Gliding from the free throw with my hands on my balls
Hustle hard like Rick Ross these **** can't hold me back
Grease buildup on my stacks, told my bitch hold these racks
Cause we gon ball out til we fall out, hit the bank and withdrawal out
Hunnid thousand like salad dressing
Made a couple blessings off this thousand island
Clock work I got perfect timing
Spit the verse you thought the sun was rising
In a hearse is where the beat is dying
You can join that bitch if you get defiant my ****
So jus settle down, you ain't gotta flex when the king around
Hell naw bitch ya can't touch my crown
Hell naw you can't chill in my lounge
Bad enough we let you **** walk our ground
Bad enough we let you **** walk our town
Trees in a blunt, I will burn you down
Like a nugget to the crisp how you look right now
It's Jarl Deejus Far, came to put that dagger in ya heart
Smooth like an assassin through in the dark
Poison in the dart, made ya body freeze
It's a work of art ****
Balling center stage, tryna catch the wave, I know
Treble and the bass, bout to make a play, high notes
UV with the rays make the choppa spray pyro
Roll another jay tryna see how blaze I go
Balling center stage, tryna catch the wave, I know
Treble and the bass, bout to make a play, high notes
UV with the rays make the choppa spray pyro
Roll another jay tryna see how blaze I go
Pack come in, drop it off like the mail, don't ask, don't tell
Better get a boat, tryna ride a **** wave, before the bitch set sail
Talking big bags ****, big cash, better tell them get they weight up
Smoking good gas, go in the stash
That cookie I ain't even have to bake up
Wake up early in the morning
Gotta get my day started
Stretching and yawning
And a job that pay hardly
But still a **** had dreams of balling like I'm James Harden but a rapping artist
I'm the shit, no potty, fuck the after party, I am the party, I go retarded
Gummy boy but I ain't Tekashi
Stupid on the protools l, **** that's old news
**** better ask somebody
Everybody raps but I ain't ole dude
Told you it's dope, I rap exotic
Gotta problem, I'm strapped I pack a Caliver
No click or clack, and we out no laundry
No snitches, no rats, don't tell nobody
Shawty got an ass with a banging body
Won't lick no cat, no Garfield coming
If I swing this bat, I'ma Barry Bonds it
Hit that, flip that, trying to make an omelette
In the kitchen water whipping my right wrist
On a mission, trying to get it the nicest
If you listen I'ma spit it like toddlers
**** trying to ride the wave like Otters bitch
Balling center stage, tryna catch the wave, I know
Treble and the bass, bout to make a play, high notes
Written by: Darrell Julius Winfrey, Eddie Collins, Paul Johnson
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