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teach - redboi lyrics

(chorus)
pick up the phone, pick up the dust
b*tch toss us out, like we is the crust
we pop off the molly, we pop of the page
b*tch better run, just before i go sage

you wanna talk down, but can’t admit wrong
you stretching the line, making that sh*t long
complain ’bout the top, but can’t defend the son
you can’t shut our voice, this sh*t ain’t done

(verse 1)
hippity hoppity up off our motherf*ckin property
teach you to teach kids, makin’ sure it’s f*ckin’ properly
really juding us based on our motherf*ckin properties
while we out here doing work for you, making it quality

this b*tch really out here trying to sound all big and fatherly
but i’d rather go back to science, with mr. dougherty
using big words, b*tch trynna sound all f*cking scholarly
looking down on us, like we a motherf*cking mockery

i’ve been out here waiting, i be patient like a monk
acting like you got a virus, that sh*t looking funk
we bring a good point, and you go no, that sh*t is junk
you bring a good point, but all roads lead to debunk
decisions going wild, sh*t be flying out the trunk
listening for too long, my intelligence has shrunk
you acting like what we do’s against, like a punk
b*tch bring be the ball, on this b*tch i’m ’bouta dunk

(chorus)
pick up the phone, pick up the dust
b*tch toss us out, like we is the crust
we pop off the molly, we pop of the page
b*tch better run, just before i go sage

you wanna talk down, but can’t admit wrong
you stretching the line, making that sh*t long
complain ’bout the top, but can’t defend the son
you can’t shut our voice, this sh*t ain’t done

(verse 2)
we’ve been, waiting for
the time to come around
when we go out
through the town

fly high, soar around
’till we hit the ground
i’ll be taking
that golden crown
air bending like i’m ang
he be sh*t talking, he speak another lang
his voice trynna boom, but with a bang
lil b*tch you’re the ying, but i am the yang

if we were the same age, yeah, we’d never hang
growling at us, b*tch you ain’t got no fangs
acting like us, this b*tch trynna use slang
he just like a lemon, this b*tch full of tang

(chorus)
pick up the phone, pick up the dust
b*tch toss us out, like we is the crust
we pop off the molly, we pop of the page
b*tch better run, just before i go sage

you wanna talk down, but can’t admit wrong
you stretching the line, making that sh*t long
complain ’bout the top, but can’t defend the son
you can’t shut our voice, this sh*t ain’t done

- redboi lyrics

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