Stampede

Lyrics
Why you play so rough with me? Said before, don't fuck with me Yeah, this life is a touch for me Hold your tongue, just wish luck to me, yeah These men are fast asleep I'm wide awake, tryna hit the lottery Why they try play tough with me? I said before, nah, don't fuck with me, nah Fonda with the clap One, two, one, two, one, two, slap 'em Yo, said you wanna see my stats? I went penthouse from the flats, ayy Fonda with the clap One, two, one, two, one, two, slap 'em Yo, if you wanna see my stats I went penthouse from the flats, ayy, tell 'еm what Mm, ayy, tell 'em what Mm, yo, I move likе stampede Nobody grab me, nobody have me I, I'm unstuffed like nobody's battery Charged up, go again People try tell me when we'll sort it then Crunch you like ornaments Come through when I play, scare Mash, make the bassline crash You the one that flew my raft Come through when the whole thing wrapped Like, why you play so rough with me? Uh Rough with me This life is a touch for me (Nah) Fuck with me These men are fast asleep I'm wide awake, tryna hit the lottery (Na, na, na) Why they try play tough with me? I said before, nah, don't fuck with me, no Feeling the strain, killing my brain Telling them again and again, pressure and pain Hitting the vein, similar dream I'm just tryna fill up the days, regular grade I'm not on a negative wave, sick of the phase Sick of the phrase, sitting in wait Live in a maze and they just live in a daze I'm tryna behave, but I don't think I'm feeling the cage Fuck what they say (Na, na, na) (What? Na, na, na) (Na, na, na) (Na, na, na) Why you play so rough with me? Uh Rough with me This life is a touch for me, uh Fuck with me These men are fast asleep I'm wide awake, tryna hit the lottery Why they try play tough with me? I said before, nah, don't fuck with me, no
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Credits
- Writers
- Harry Bryson
- Jack Higgins