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tabby - sub-zero / nash lyrics

[part 1: sub-zero]

[hook: tabby]
i ain’t been ready from the jump
focus on myself, swear to god that’s all it was
yeah, cold shoulder, energy froze
too clutch in the post, sub-zero
nothin’ but net
nothin’ but net
nothin’ but net
they keep comin’
baby run it
i get nothin’ but net
nothin’ but net
nothin’ but net
they keep comin’
baby run it

[verse 1: tabby]
creasin’ up the jordan 1’s
she believe that something’s up
keep the peace, you know i’m thug
keep the peace, you know i’m what?
nah, not really
pardon me, an anomaly
that i speak so clear when arguing
like hold up (hold up)
what’s the f-cking problem? (problem)
i don’t wanna do this (do this)
please, let’s try tomorrow (‘morrow)
look at me like “really? (really)
boy you acting childish” (childish)
now until 3005, you’re mine. i’m sorry
okay

[hook: tabby & reagan wolf]
i ain’t been ready from the jump
focus on myself, swear to god that’s all it was
yeah, cold shoulder, energy froze
too clutch in the post, sub-zero
nothin’ but net
nothin’ but net
nothin’ but net
they keep comin’
baby run it
i get nothin’ but net
nothin’ but net
nothin’ but net
they keep comin’
baby run it

[verse 2: tabby & reagan wolf]
i know what she like, got her like blue tidal
wave check no durag, my flow just two cowlicks
play my c-ssette tape, got you that new knowledge
she smell like bouquets, taste of a new flower
but that don’t feel right now
been awhile since i been tied down
for the thrill, i’ll let it slide right now
when she ride like wow
but inside, i drown
what the h-ll

[part 2: nash]

[verse: tabby]
jansport, shattered backboards
sun-kissed cracker like nash with the handles
careful round the candles
jack cutting plans like samson with the man-bun
tell him where he can’t run
finger sitting happy on a hand gun
piña colada with the red rum
cloud over head caught him sad, huh?
tell him what he can’t lose
cat called tabby but he stoic as a maine-c–n
tell him what he can’t do
he bout it bout it
squash beef, you in-and-out
and pushing daisies like a clown chest
relish while the pain loop
he pause it pause it
it’s ironic cause the sample
ain’t even f-cking out yet
sounding like you lame dude
keep talkin’ talkin’
all that honesty you swallow
’bout to flood your f-ckin’ noggin
you’re okay ‘till phase two
come knockin’ knockin’
but jehovah keep his distance
so just run another sound check

- tabby lyrics

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