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​redboy & iso 3g - ​sisyphus lyrics

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[intro: redboy & iso 3g]
buh+buh
buh, buh+buh
in my headphones it just sounds like so many+
so much noise
like, i feel like someone’s behind me, like
fiddling with some sh+t, i don’t know, okay

[verse 1: redboy & iso 3g]
who said we not on that?
pick up+ pick up the pace, no time for the cap
take off your pad and stake out the mans
standoff, let off thirty+eight rounds in the mag (oh god)
shakin’ and rattlin’ to my cowboy hat (oh god)
go out the bank to the steakhouse, bet you can’t pay for the slab of meat up on my plate (buh, buh, buh, buh)
i see just how you play, i hate how much you hate
i take just what i can, and make up what i make of it
i take my love right out the states, look (god)
i can’t judge ’em by thе book, ayy, ayy (no, you can’t)

[chorus: redboy]
freefall, freefall, i see all of you
fly downhill to the part of you
eyes glanced ovеr from the view, uh

[verse 2: redboy & iso 3g]
swallow me up and you spit me out
talkin’ with these goals in my mouth
b+tch, rakin’ up hundreds by the thou’
and i’m still in the race like a horse
mm, all yo sh+t fake, but that’s your choice
uh, girl, what’s the holdup?
you can land in my sp+ce, take a second just to stand on my shoulders
scratch it off yo bucket list
big rocks, pushin’ up a boulder like i’m sisyphus
(bunny)
[verse 3: iso 3g & redboy, both]
b+tch, i got a girl to fish (mhm)
i can’t even f+ck with these lil’ stupid hoes, they kissin’ d+ck (mhm)
i be pushin’ hundreds, he could barely get up to fifty+six
and she just stuck in shotgun, baby, i can tell you missin’ this
like kiss, me and d+d gettin’ up and i know it (that’s me)
if we gon’ have a party, baby, i’ma be the one to throw it (okay)
f+ck sippin’ on juice, you know that he gon’ be the one to pour it
i got so many b+tches, i might eeny, meeny, miny, moe, it
uh, that’s stupid (remember to subscribe)
down with these racks (what else?)
and down with these other b+tches f+ckin’ up the pack (f+ck ’em)
y’all done with the smokin’, y’all can get bounced to the back (mhm)
and i’m done with the talkin’, i might get lost and attack, oh god (oh god, bye)
yo b+tches get swatted like some gnats
and i can’t even talk to b+tches tryna hold a rack
they tryna reach they limit, sh+t, i’m already at the max
and they won’t even start to notice how i’m poppin’ out the back
okay, what, y’all b+tches keep actin’ like you bad (you bad)
and my b+tches don’t tweak ’cause they stay knowin’ what they have (have, have)
uh, y’all can’t even practice gettin’ racks
they get to throwin’ ones when i start throwin’ booty back, okay
look, i bopped him on the nose
i taught the man his lesson when he get to stealin’ flows
i couldn’t get tired of my bros
how could i get bored? they really cooler than the hoes
[chorus: redboy]
freefall, freefall, i see all of you
fly downhill to the part of you
eyes glanced over from the view, uh (ooh+ooh, ooh, ooh)



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