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wolfadvice - around lyrics

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(intro: notchie boy)
notch sold the game (why?)

(chorus) (wolfadvice)
okay, i hit the court, shots fall all around
i know ya dawg didn’t come from the pound
he said he good, i said your not
he wanted to play, i said “your loss”
he didn’t know i was the boss
i came at him with the handles and cross
scored on him all fricking day
played him till’ it got real late

(verse 1) (wolfadvice)
i bought the ball, and all the drinks
he probably should think
but he didn’t and got crossed so hard
i think that he probably saw stars
i think he needed a cushion
his b-ttons i really be pushin’
if you think i a bad -ss, you in first cl-ss
skip cl-ss, and i’ll make sure you p-ss
i don’t expect you to get past that cl-ss real fast
especially considering you always finish last

(bridge) (wolfadvice)
all day, all way, we always play
you know i worked my -ss off today
not just me, also the whole crew
we so good, we never lose

(chorus) (wolfadvice)
okay, i hit the court, shots fall all around
i know ya dawg didn’t come from the pound
he said he good, i said your not
he wanted to play, i said “your loss”
he didn’t know i was the boss
i came at him with the handles and cross
scored on him all fricking day
played him till’ it got real late

(verse 2) (wolfadvice)
okay, you say you always be drippin’
i agree when you say diamonds
but when you say ya court sk!lls
i ain’t sayin’ you lyin’
it’s like you took a shower in the middle of the game
first you were hot, and now you’re lame
you can’t hit threes like steph or dame
looks like you got screwed by the fame

(bridge) (wolfadvice)
all day, all way, we always play
you know i worked my -ss off today
not just me, also the whole crew
we so good, we never lose

(chorus) (wolfadvice)
okay, i hit the court, shots fall all around
i know ya dawg didn’t come from the pound
he said he good, i said your not
he wanted to play, i said “your loss”
he didn’t know i was the boss
i came at him with the handles and cross
scored on him all fricking day
played him till’ it got real late

(outro: notchie boy)
notch sold the game (why?)



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