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Dubziger - Catch Up Lyrics



Dubziger - Catch Up Lyrics




Yea
Cuban gold link round neck like a pharaoh
Yea, yea
Am I young CEO I shine hard through pressure
Yea, yea
I cook it and cut it I get the right measure
Yea
Up in a spaceship but I bet these haters won't catch up

I would bus it to the school so I went and ran my cash up
Since a jit ain't gave a f*ck but jotting lyrics was my passion
I would never change my ways but I switch flows like I switch range
Everyday I'm in my lane I pray to God that never change.
I hear the millis calling
She litty off the molly
Really use to starve
I started taking shots like Harden
Still feeding off the ramen
Got weed like I was farming
At the party I got bitches and they titties bopping
And they really rocking
These jewels I'm really copping
They ask me how I feel I'm dripping like I'm mopping
The toolie in my pocket
Come wrong I take you hostage
I f*ck the club up turn that bitch into a moshpit

Yea
Cuban gold link round neck like a pharaoh
Yea, yea
Am I young CEO I shine hard through pressure
Yea, yea
I cook it and cut it I get the right measure
Yea
Up in a spaceship but I bet these hater won't catch up

I had to get it on my own
Ion do this shit for no fashion
Lil momma got curves I got that traction
Split the heels open like a fraction
On my grind all day ion take no naps bitch
I'm outstanding
I'm a young savage
I get the cabbage
I get the green
Like a machine I'm chasing a bag bitch
Heater out of my jeans
She say that I'm mean but I'm fly like Aladdin
He want the static
Run these hands for the practice
I was down bad but that was back then now all I do is stay active
Joggers no jeans
I run to the bank
Tell the teller I'm back bitch
Do this shit for the team
No in between I stayed solid no capping
Started off making these beats now these bitches they love how I'm rapping
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Yea
Cuban gold link round neck like a pharaoh
Yea, yea
Am I young CEO I shine hard through pressure
Yea, yea
I cook it and cut it I get the right measure
Yea
Up in a spaceship but I bet these haters won't catch up

I would bus it to the school so I went and ran my cash up
Since a jit ain't gave a f*ck but jotting lyrics was my passion
I would never change my ways but I switch flows like I switch range
Everyday I'm in my lane I pray to God that never change.
I hear the millis calling
She litty off the molly
Really use to starve
I started taking shots like Harden
Still feeding off the ramen
Got weed like I was farming
At the party I got bitches and they titties bopping
And they really rocking
These jewels I'm really copping
They ask me how I feel I'm dripping like I'm mopping
The toolie in my pocket
Come wrong I take you hostage
I f*ck the club up turn that bitch into a moshpit

Yea
Cuban gold link round neck like a pharaoh
Yea, yea
Am I young CEO I shine hard through pressure
Yea, yea
I cook it and cut it I get the right measure
Yea
Up in a spaceship but I bet these hater won't catch up

I had to get it on my own
Ion do this shit for no fashion
Lil momma got curves I got that traction
Split the heels open like a fraction
On my grind all day ion take no naps bitch
I'm outstanding
I'm a young savage
I get the cabbage
I get the green
Like a machine I'm chasing a bag bitch
Heater out of my jeans
She say that I'm mean but I'm fly like Aladdin
He want the static
Run these hands for the practice
I was down bad but that was back then now all I do is stay active
Joggers no jeans
I run to the bank
Tell the teller I'm back bitch
Do this shit for the team
No in between I stayed solid no capping
Started off making these beats now these bitches they love how I'm rapping
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Writer: Wilmar Clemente
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, LAB SOUND RECORDS

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