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letra de get it bouncin' - ishaboipow

[harbyn]
ice cold, i got that ozone frozen
words in ancient books that tell me that i’m chosen
for what? chosen for thot
hot rock drops on my brock socks
[pow]
feeling like a crock pot
when bop’s done popped off
and i’m off the hop slop
harb adopt the top spot to rock your socks off
[harbyn]
slop chop, cop shop, topshop
ringpop, no drop, ishaboi don’t stop
sock ya one in mouth, now south
how bout, i shout, some real word outs
i ain’t got no time for traitors, or haters
id rather take the stairs then elevate ya
[pow]
to another mind state and of late i’ve been feeling great
but i don’t know where it’s gon’ send me
[harbyn]
now i’m on the wrong side of 20
thought i’d have plenty but my pockets kinda empty
sh-t, what a surprise, i just rеalised, that my brain has been fried from 10 years of liеs
[pow]
true
and i don’t know the facts of the matter
but i’ve been down the rabbit hole with the mad hatter
one pill makes you larger than all
the other pill got you bouncing off the wall
remember when it’s all said
gotta feed your head
i got dreams to make the crowd move like a trampoline
made a call to get the homie harbyn on the team

cuz you know there ain’t no stressing over fees
yeah you know we always get it bouncin’
(bounce, bounce, bounce)
ain’t no stressing over fees
yeah you know we always get it bouncin’
(bounce, bounce, bounce)
ain’t no stressing over fees
yeah you know we always get it bouncin’
(bounce, bounce, bounce)
ain’t no stressing over these
yeah you know we always get it bouncin’
(bounce, bounce, bounce)

[harbyn]
eight years ago i was eighteen
now i day dream about cooking up that gravy
h1, h3
tracee know where the shade be
i don’t throw shade no that ain’t me
bobba fett, slave 3
burnt in the sun i’m so pasty
look at my face you can’t hate me
toke the smoke that’s the daily
eyedrops, fresh as a daisy
stir it up, bolognese
white wine, cortese
i ain’t checked my health quite lately
got pow on the beat going crazy
can’t catch a thought mind hazy
can’t catch a thot, they escape me
uber eats, super lazy
it’s never free gotta pay me
[pow]
i got dreams to make the crowd move like a trampoline
made a call to get the homie harbyn on the team

- ishaboipow

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