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DJ Db405 - Hookshot (feat. 1k Phew) lyrics

Artist: DJ Db405

album: God Is Trill Forever ll


You know God is true and the IK gang had to wake up
Ten hundred, 217 on the track yea
Slashing like a whale yea
Time to sail yea
They can't see me brail yea
Pick they tail yea
Climbing up the scale yea
Chip and Dale yea
Free my folks in jail yea
In the cell yea
Skirt drop top can't drop
Don't stop
Shot, jack pot
Shot, jack pot
Team up like astronauts
Can't lose my train of thought
My fam is all I got
Little circle, polka dot
And what that is my boy
That's a lot of faces
Scene a lot of faces
Ain't no way I'm racist
Hit the back and share on a daily basis
Where you going places
Make some pillow cases
Thank God we have a planet
Some folks ain't having any
My circle small like semi
Cause we don't need too many
They think I on the Genie
But they just wasn't ready
I gave them fettuccine
Now lets go make spaghetti
Jack pot let's fly to Vegas
Pulled up like give me grace
My sauce is so contagious
It just might get outrageous
Whole team ain't stopping ever
We push like salt and pepper
I swear it ain't no pressure
That's word to my ancestors
Slashing like a whale yea
Time to sail yea
They can't see me trail yea
Pick they tail yea
Climbing up the scale yea
Chip and Dale yea
Free my folks in jail yea
In the cell yea
Skirt drop top can't drop
Don't stop
Shot, jack pot
Shot, jack pot
Team up like astronauts
Can't lose my train of thought
My fam is all I got
Little circle, polka dot
[?] feeling like dejavu
Got buzzer beaters for the W
Yea we that new tsunami
Can't fold like origami
No sleep I hang zombies
We made it out Jumanji
Coming in like skirt huh
Gotta stay alert huh
Never gonna come burt huh
Never been dessert yea
Young Phew took off yea
Sound team took off yea
Wanna get that loft yea
I ain't going out soft yea
Green light right now no check
Tonight it might go graphic
Flip that scene like gymnastics
Real ones with me no passing
I drop a bunch of haters
Because it got way too tragic
I'm aiming for the basket
Like Barkley, Jordan, Magic
Slashing like a whale yea
Time to sail yea
They can't see me brail yea
Pick they tail yea
Climbing up the scale yea
Chip and Dale yea
Free my folks in jail yea
In the cell yea
Skirt drop top can't drop
Don't stop
Shot, jack pot
Shot, jack pot
Team up like astronauts
Can't lose my train of thought
My fam is all I got
Little circle, polka dot
And what that is my boy
That's a lot of faces
Scene a lot of faces
Ain't no way I'm racist
Hit the back and share on a daily basis
Where you going places
Make some pillow cases
Yea you folks better wake up
Shot, jack pot
Shot, jack pot

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