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tanya morgan - hooks lyrics

[intro: donwill]
ya’ll n+ggas suck
ya’ll n+ggas suck

ya’ll n+ggas suck
ya’ll n+ggas suck
what the f+ck is up with ya’ll n+ggas’ sh+t
ya’ll n+ggas suck, yeah

[verse 1: donwill]
i have the beat scared to follow me
owe half of ya’ll apologies
i overestimated your intelligence
ya’ll n+ggas probably
wore your self out going back and forth chasing my thoughts
neck sore from nodding to the pace of my words
and it’s about time i got the sp+ce i deserve
and i’m not owning that
only reason i fit in is cause i’ve been holding back
dumb my sh+t down a bit
so clowns can get a grip on it
i’m about to kick it up and spit
past what your iq permits
compose a high groove and tense
that’s purchase money well spent
your whole spot move from this
i walk the ground, leave dents
like godzilla gorillas, n+gga, i’m don king kong
promote this dopeness
til it’s hopeless
focus hard, look long
i’m gone
[chorus: donwill]
n0body cares about what’s between the hooks in your songs
(t.m., tanya morgan)
they wondering when this verse gonna end, what’s taking so long?
(d.w., donwill)
temperamental, switch the dial if they day going wrong
(i.l., ilyas)
pop this tape in, inspiration smiling when it comes on
(v.p., von pea)

[verse 2: ilyas]
son, you want hooks, jabs or uppercuts
either way, (we’re nothing but pain)
you’ll hear (nothing but flames)
you fell, (stuck in the rain)
face+down in the mud then came down a flood
and you ain’t even got your rubber duck
(man, what a shame)
if the mainstream got ’em plugged
(guess you go down the drain)
but since the mainstream’s a flood
(guess you drown in the fame)
belly up, don’t tell me what dope is
oh, you don’t know? guess there’s no ends in show biz
oh, you got green to show? here come the locusts
here to eat your harvest
greed never satisfies the starving
carving out the biggest piece of the pie
now there’s nothing left to eat
just the crust on the side
so don’t trust your eyes ’cause they’re bigger than your stomach
i know you want to fly but if you’re overweight you’ll plummet
your talks of causing death will only make you become it
you tell me to get a life, i’ll take yours, stop running
[chorus: ilyas]
how can you exist when god don’t make mistakes?
(t.m., tanya morgan)
they say the early bird gets the worm but you was late
(d.w., donwill)
and got a full plate, when you fools make trash
(i.l., ilyas)
yo, you’re booty in a can, yo, it’s grade+a ass
(v.p., von pea)

[chorus: donwill]
n0body cares about what’s between the hooks in your songs
(b.r., brick beats)
they wondering when this verse gonna end, what’s taking so long?
(t.b., the beatmaker)
temperamental, switch the dial if they day going wrong
(m.l., we moonlighting)
pop this tape in, inspiration smiling when it comes on
(we moonlighting, moonlighting)

[verse 3: von pea]
it’s like the listening’s last track
n0body’s a fan, everybody got ascaps
and hundreds of bad tracks
they’re like “von pea’s alright but i’m doing my thing
my tape comes out in the middle of spring”
they love you in one breath and hate you in the next
like i still don’t cash hundred dollar paychecks, come on
“von do my song, you’re the man and all
but don’t rap like that, because i have the gall…”
to even talk to me and quick to nit pick
when i listen to yours i don’t never hear sickness, nope
“here’s my new joint, but what’s the point?
i’m so full of myself…”
man forget these dudes
i create rhymes with ease, fools
you write for weeks
and can’t hang with my type of speech
i refuse and break crews
and choose to take who’s
ever ready to climb
on a ride through the mind
[chorus: von pea]
t.m., tanya morgan
d.w., donwill
i.l., ilyas
v.p., von pea
b.r., brick beats
t.b., the beatmaker
m.l., we moonlighting
we moonlighting, we moonlighting

- tanya morgan lyrics

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