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Ashbeck
Ashbeck
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Rushy
Rushy
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Ashbeck
Ashbeck
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Rushy
Rushy
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Woah, yeah, yeah Aye Woah, woah, yeah Crucked it! Uh huh, yeah Look, lets go Yo, yo I'm on this spot Monday till Monday Hopes and dreams that I'll make it one day Feels like time that I've had my foot down Can't turn back yeah, I just got one way (Just one) You had my head spinning So with you, I don't wanna rendez You ain't with me but still feel some way You so bad, can step on a runway My kicks ain't got no creases Making waves, you might get seasick Can't make moves if there ain't no reason Won't do that if it ain't strategic Been ballin' nothing like free kick Heard your track, big man you can keep it They ain't really tryna' hear it They had to see that shit to believе it I get that you think that I ain't putting work in I get that you feel like that (I gеt that) I get that you think that you might need a Birkin Why do you feel like that (I don't know) Had to cut off the fake friends Loose ends, they ain't keeping it real like man (Uhhh) I swear I'm so used to this shit All I really know is how to move these packs You feel it Had to get on my feet and fix up Shit then Still gotta see that switch up Still finna' stay right here Nah ain't going nowhere don't get it mixed up Pull up on the track, get duss That's standard stuff when it's Ash and Rush Truss, and I ain't gotta practice much Got a Netflix show on the binge I didn't meet this ting on Hinge Looking like Kim, might put her in Skims If I got a problem, put it in the bin Yeah I got options, tell me are you in Do you want the sushi or do you want the shrimp I just got a henny and she just got a gin Thick thighs and the waist look slim On a late night fighting with my jinns Pass me the ball and I'll shoot out the gym like Jeremy Lin (Boop, boop, boop) Pass me the brick phone and I'm making it ring I just put ten pounds on this Lyca sim If I don't go gym Then it's calm, because she likes a guy that's slim This life is grim I'm tryna' fly out of this life of sin I get that you think that I ain't putting work in I get that you feel like that (I get that) I get that you think that you might need a Birkin Why do you feel like that (I don't know) Had to cut off the fake friends Loose ends, they ain't keeping it real like man (Uhhh) I swear I'm so used to this shit All I really know is how to move these packs You feel it Had to get on my feet and fix up Shit then Still gotta see that switch up Still finna' stay right here Nah ain't going nowhere don't get it mixed up Pull up on the track, get duss That's standard stuff when it's Ash and Rush Truss, and I ain't gotta practice much
Writer(s): Rushaan Tariq Savoury, Ashby Kueh, Elliot London Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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