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letra de rest day - youngster chuck & ian hartwell

[intro: youngster chuck]
ian, where the f-ck are you, dude? we have to do the introduction to this song, boss man

[ian hartwell]
right

[youngster chuck]
yo boss, you think this sh-t finna be fire or what, cuh?
(aye, uh woah)

[ian hartwell]
definitely not, my guy

[youngster chuck]
(uh, chuckster)
aw, shiert

[chorus: youngster chuck & ian hartwell]
(aye!)
used to hit the gym now i flex (yeah, i’m flexing)
now i hit the gym just to rest (just to rest) (i’m sleep, cuh)
i’ve been going hard, i’ve been going hard (so hard), i’ll be going hard until the death (til i die, til i die)

[youngster chuck]
(shout out ian, he’s my engineer)

[verse 1: ian hartwell]
from the 909, f-ck with that, kind of mine (kind of mine)
hand me that drink with lime, then we just doubling, doubling, ireland (ireland)
like my burger (okay)
tiring like my future (what)
in the cut like a suture
flex my rights, martin luther (martin luther)
f-ck you, talking sh-t for, your grind ain’t sh-t or nothing (it’s not)
having designer, but you got no broads they absent (they what) (they gone)
but d-mn i’ll cut you off, f-ck talking ’bout my fit like that (yuh)
my mom a goat (like what?)
like dwayne johnson’s f-nny pack (okay)
don’t got no chain (no chain)
but flex hard, all gains (all gains)
all these hoes lame (hoes lame)
boba tea, my lane (my lane) (that’s my lane)
909 top three numbers (yuh)
gold, silver, bronze, all ice (okay)
that hoe gave me fake numbers (what)
that sh-t didn’t ring twice (nope)
walkin’ down the road, no christopher (no christopher)
robbin’ all these hoes a look (l-l-l-l-look)
my vans yellow all pooh bear (winnie the pooh bear)
wish my sh-t went hard as the hook (hard as f-ck)

[verse 2: youngster chuck]
(l, m, n, o, p, q, r, s, t, you already know what the f-ck going on!)
from the 909, i ain’t gotta say sh-t (nope)
i be reppin’ ie, h-lla family sh-t (okay)
back in high school days, always running late, sh-t (okay)
now i run the game, on my mixtape sh-t (oh, sh-t)
y’all just renegade, copies of the same sh-t (xerox)
back in azure hills, i balled rogaine sh-t
looking back on a young chuck chuck he just bossed up
sip the punch, uh, another shot bruh (yuh)
young chuck had the juice on that minute maid sh-t (i don’t drink)
okay, now slide on over to that boba tea house
get me my lavender slush (slushy-slush, yuh)
whip on over to that bryn mawr
in that four-door
make sure the hammocks set up (good times)
zoom real quick
in like five minutes
back to school for volleyball (zoom)
stay with my hitters because they k!ll ’em all (marcelo)
blast that b-ss in the parking lot
after the game as i pee right out the car (woah, woah, yuh)
played ball as a soph0m-re, i used to hit ’em with the in & out
never once got a double-double
bought a double-double from the in-n-out
never good with the gpa, never once made that honor roll (i’m stupid)
but shout out cole (jiezer)
’cause he’s on a roll
and he be my neighbor like totoro (totoro)

[outro: youngster chuck & ian hartwell]
seven days a week it be flex day (flex day)
when i hit the gym it be rest day (rest day)
only a student to the game and it’s test day (yuh)
put in work until my worst day feel like your best day (yuh, aye)
in my casket i’ll be erect
skrt

- youngster chuck ian hartwell

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