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ceo stew - rush lyrics

[intro: dj lucas]
dj (dj)
man, let me talk my talk (clean, clean)
yeah, yeah, yeah (dj)
dj
(ooh, sh+t, what the f+ck, daniel?)
clean
smoke (smoke)
let me talk my talk, man (dj)
you know what’s goin’ on, it’s dj, dj, dj
what’s goin’ on, man?
(jaylap, talk to ’em)
uh, yeah

[verse 1: dj lucas]
said i came up out the woods just like a cypod (ah)
the plug be movin’ work, but his wife be makin’ tie+dye (dj)
red sox fitted like i’m weezy up on my life, yeah (huh?)
i’m in the game, these boys sittin’ on the sidelines, yeah (smoke)
i’m in the game, thesе boys don’t even got a highlight, yeah (huh?)
and i ain’t fightin’ ovеr shorty, this ain’t twilight, yeah (ah)
they know that dj servin’ trees like parks and wildlife, yeah (money)
i talk my talk, it’s to the point it’s in a zeitgeist (i talk my talk)
i put in sixty every week, these boys is part time, yeah (smoke)
i used to do the private school, the socks were argyle, yeah
twenty deep, won’t be surprised if there’s a bar fight (dj)
i came out mass. where all the og’s did the art heist (money)
i do what i do, man, y’all gotta do better (dj)
i’m with stew, i got a custy right outside the stu [?] (huh?)
and i really talk my talk, i should start a newsletter (i should)
and know we got red hairs, just like a irish setter (smoke)
[verse 2: ceo stew]
i d+mn near caught a rush, weighin’ this dope up, my bare hands
a new day, a new dollar
strikin’ deals and stackin’ bands
in the club servin’ the dancers, just dropped two hundred on some lamb’s
my best fiend my biggest fan, like eminem, had that boy stan
if i don’t answer, he gon’ crash, that boy go looney for a fix
raw fish plus a lil’ script, i’m stretchin’ profit, pass the stick
won’t show my hand during these flips, the heavy payout off my wrist
the [?] hold weight, more than a brick
ar’ll blitz you ’til it cl!ck
locked inside my bag, i’m grindin’, focused on the ticket
i got a few bad b+tches but ain’t never time to kick it
breakin’ down this package, same time [?]
half a slab on top of this b+tch, it got my skizzy in here glitchin’
double sealed, then wrap it up and let it fly right through the field
don’t want the pint without no panties, only cashin’ if it’s sealed
how many plays i slap today determine how i feel
i really jam the counter up, you playin’ tricks off for your reels
it’s residue on top of this moolah, ’cause my function, tallyin’ racks
keep on snappin’ rubber bands, stack for stack, wrestlin’ my stash
i’m so turnt up off my hustle, but mainly, shout out to my trap
i’m really deep inside this game, i took a risk and dropped my sack

- ceo stew lyrics

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