Crooked Stick (Feat. Ghais Guevera & Alfred)
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โฑ๏ธ 2:31 duration
๐ ID: 28062768
๐ Lyrics
Yo
Boogie-woogie-wee
To the beat of clocks tic-tock
They just wanna uh, like Rick Ross
Bourgeois flip flops
Give a fuck, my pants like cris cross
The high-saditty bitches dance along to our
Pish-posh, bitch watch
(You already know, brr haha, yo)
Bitch watch
I haven't even yet to hit tip-top
Do that little dance for Tik-Tok
They been mopped and wish-washed
Npc white noise, blip-blop, bitch, stop
Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch
Ever since that night
I feel alive, through close calls
I seen your dogs, heard 'em bark
But they done lost all they snarl
Be weary of the boys that pride themselves on the fall
I'll die a legend or nigga I simply won't die at all
Stupid
Touching my face, you may not guess I survived
Turn to my niggas and they yell
"It seem the curse been defied"
My skin can make the living dead
And dead come alive
Might put an OG on this beat
Watch his career get revived
Wow
He's, uh, still not touching me though
Uh
Dummy
Boogie-woogie-wee
To the beat of clocks tic-tock
They just wanna uh, like Rick Ross
Bourgeois flip flops
Give a fuck, my pants like cris-cross
Them high-saditty bitches dance along to our
Pish-posh, bitch watch
Bitch watch
I haven't even yet to hit tip-top
You do that little dance for Tik-Tok
You're mopped and wish-washed
Npc white noise, blip-blop, bitch, stop
Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch
You hit it once, get gone like mirage
My legacy forever, yet they tryna sabotage
Still a pious man, I won't ever be a God
Yet, I got Godly habits
That's some shit I can't dodge
Yeah, who say that you can't take it with you?
I resurrect the foe and 'em and teach 'em how to spend it
You say you not lucky, boy, you blessed, that's word
My livelihood like melanin, eternal when I flourish, yeah
Boogie-woogie-wee
To the beat of clocks tic-tock
They just wanna uh, like Rick Ross
Bourgeois flip flops
Give a fuck, my pants like cris-cross
The high-saditty bitches dance along to our
Pish-posh, bitch watch
Bitch watch
I haven't even yet to hit tip-top
You do that little dance for Tik-Tok
You're mopped and wish-washed
Npc white noise, blip-blop, bitch, stop
Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch
Stupid
Boogie-woogie-wee
To the beat of clocks tic-tock
They just wanna uh, like Rick Ross
Bourgeois flip flops
Give a fuck, my pants like cris cross
The high-saditty bitches dance along to our
Pish-posh, bitch watch
(You already know, brr haha, yo)
Bitch watch
I haven't even yet to hit tip-top
Do that little dance for Tik-Tok
They been mopped and wish-washed
Npc white noise, blip-blop, bitch, stop
Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch
Ever since that night
I feel alive, through close calls
I seen your dogs, heard 'em bark
But they done lost all they snarl
Be weary of the boys that pride themselves on the fall
I'll die a legend or nigga I simply won't die at all
Stupid
Touching my face, you may not guess I survived
Turn to my niggas and they yell
"It seem the curse been defied"
My skin can make the living dead
And dead come alive
Might put an OG on this beat
Watch his career get revived
Wow
He's, uh, still not touching me though
Uh
Dummy
Boogie-woogie-wee
To the beat of clocks tic-tock
They just wanna uh, like Rick Ross
Bourgeois flip flops
Give a fuck, my pants like cris-cross
Them high-saditty bitches dance along to our
Pish-posh, bitch watch
Bitch watch
I haven't even yet to hit tip-top
You do that little dance for Tik-Tok
You're mopped and wish-washed
Npc white noise, blip-blop, bitch, stop
Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch
You hit it once, get gone like mirage
My legacy forever, yet they tryna sabotage
Still a pious man, I won't ever be a God
Yet, I got Godly habits
That's some shit I can't dodge
Yeah, who say that you can't take it with you?
I resurrect the foe and 'em and teach 'em how to spend it
You say you not lucky, boy, you blessed, that's word
My livelihood like melanin, eternal when I flourish, yeah
Boogie-woogie-wee
To the beat of clocks tic-tock
They just wanna uh, like Rick Ross
Bourgeois flip flops
Give a fuck, my pants like cris-cross
The high-saditty bitches dance along to our
Pish-posh, bitch watch
Bitch watch
I haven't even yet to hit tip-top
You do that little dance for Tik-Tok
You're mopped and wish-washed
Npc white noise, blip-blop, bitch, stop
Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch
Stupid