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croosh - givin' it lyrics

[hook: emily catherine thomas]
lately i’ve been thinking if you wanna get tough
then let’s play rough
lately i’ve been thinking if you wanna get tough
then let’s play rough
i don’t need you, giving it straight to me, giving it straight to me
you’re just gonna get my back
i don’t need you, giving it straight to me, giving it straight to me
you’re just gonna get my back

[verse 1: croosh]
who are you to judge me? this is no court case
why they tryna bug me, tugging on my north face
i’m just saying [?], let the kid breathe (breathe)
before i have to throw hands like a frisbee
sixteen was when i started making sick beats
started out hot, now a motherf-cker sizzling
if you don’t go and listen, how are you to diss me?
i’m just steady making music saying, “b-tch please”

[verse 2: croosh]
i’ma start a peaceful riot, have them throwing chocolate
bring down the statues and plant a flower on top of it
power up metropolis and all the people in it
gotta stay progressive, no need to be specific
i can see your halo, (halo) beyoncé
yeah you know i keep it 3000, no andré
sipping bombay
look up to the sky thinking “what a bomb day”
life is black and white, not gray

hook: emily catherine thomas
lately i’ve been thinking if you wanna get tough
then let’s play rough
lately i’ve been thinking if you wanna get tough
then let’s play rough
i don’t need you, giving it straight to me, giving it straight to me
you’re just gonna get my back
i don’t need you, giving it straight to me, giving it straight to me
you’re just gonna get my back

[verse 3: croosh]
i’m pumping black sh-t, broad like a russian accent
you say that you’re ballin’, never seen you dunk a basket
let alone f-cking p-ss it
mother always told me, “son never trust a ratchet”
so i won’t, i only f-ck with wrenches
super slick, got the spideyman senses
i’m the star player, homie needs to pay attention
other dudes second string, show ’em where the bench is (bench is)

[verse 4: croosh]
homie this is draft day
getting money the fast way, the ash tray
has too many roaches, someone call the pesticide
how do we approach this? i think it will be best if i
go and testify
ooh k!ll him, ooh k!ll him, leave the rest alive
man i’m stacking up the skrilla ’cause the rent is high
who’s the motherf-cking illest homie, l-l-l-l-lets decide

- croosh lyrics

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