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push up - coas lyrics

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(album of the year, album of the year)
(yeah)
(yeah)
(yeah)

i look at my hands, wonder is my wrist straight (is my wrist straight?)
the mic, is my sh*t on? (sh*t)
and my foot on they neck, they get p*ssed on (oh yeah, oh yeah)
why they respond to me with some diss songs?
heard she want the lo, get yo b*tch on (b*tch on)
oh yeah, trapped on a flip phone
pockets too little, these b*tches gained weight
hoe on my phone, she be calling me bae (calling me bae?)
show nеxt week, i can never be latе
these n*ggas, they hoes, they lookin like drake (lookin like drake)
huh, b*tch i’m militia, my jeans sag
i’m in la i record on the beanbag
yeah, heard he gotta stick, better keep that
eyes low, can’t see, i popped a bean yeah
too geeked, i’m flee, asked where the weed at?
yeah, i heard you broke couldn’t be that

*coughs*
push up (push up lil b*tch)
kush up (kush up lil b*tch)
know i’m getting my bands right
push up, shush up, said you gon land, right? (yeah, oh)
good cup, what’s up, you got a man right?
clean her clothes up, i f*cked a fan right?
knockout, back out, you getting bands right? (right, yeah)
roll the leaf, then i blow in the air, yeah
tryna spin, bullets cut off his hair, yeah
in real life, you know hoes, they don’t play fair
wit’ a hoe, like who wake and bake? yeah (who wake and bake?)
i can not spend my time with a hater (okay)
pockets skinny like yours, and i’ve been there (yeah, yeah)
i got poles on me, we gon’ clear the scene
tryna run down, you ain’t shooting beams
said he get money, he ain’t getting green
i’ma air out this b*tch, i need no team
and these n*ggas, they thinkin’ they know me (b*tch)
i pop out in this b*tch and i’m too clean (too clean)
not gon lie, i’ve been hating the old me
bullets hot, they gon give him the boosie
n*ggas ridin’ my wave like jacuzzi
pop yo mans, shoulder strut, no uzi
she takes pictures, “hoe watch doin?” (woah)
she see swag, now she jump on the movement, yeah
the mic, (the mic)
is my sh*t on? (sh*t)
and my foot on they neck, they get p*ssed on (they get p*ssed on)
why they respond to me with some diss songs? (some diss songs)
heard she want the lo, get yo b*tch on (b*tch on)
oh yeah, trapped on a flip phone
pockets too little, these b*tches gained weight (oh yeah, oh yeah)
hoe on my phone, she be calling me bae
show next week, i can never be late
these n*ggas, they hoes, they lookin like drake
huh, b*tch i’m militia, my jeans sag
i’m in la i record on the beanbag
yeah, heard he gotta stick, better keep that
eyes low, can’t see, i popped a bean yeah
too geeked, i’m flee, asked where the weed at? (album of the year)
yeah, i heard you broke couldn’t be tha*

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