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G5-GAV - DeStress Lyrics



G5-GAV - DeStress Lyrics
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I can't believe you got me in Philly for this one
Oh, snap, here we go with this again
This a G5 and Yeezy Jam, huh
And this ain't one for you to cut a rug and dance
This for the car, no matter what you drivin' in
Or at the mall or park, hangin' with the kids
Tellin' them, raggedy f*ckers stop with the shenanigans
Screamin, don't talk back to me, watch how you speak
And stop playin' in that dirt, I just bought them sneaks
You at that nine to five, gettin' to a dollar though
Eight hours, it's time to go
Boss on your last nerve, asshole
Jump from a bridge, scream Geronimo
Last call, but with my luck, he could probably swim his ass off, I know
That was harsh on my behalf
But let's keep it a stack, sometimes you just feel like that
Just got a text from the homie, it say we outside
Sundress season, text me back, if you finna slide, ooh
De-stress, I just gotta de-stress
Come on and de-stress, Netflix, de-stress
Breathe, whoo-sa-sa
Girl, girl, girl, girl, pamper, yourself and de-stress
Get your nails did and de-stress
Come on, love on yourself, and de-stress
You got to de-stress, we got to de-stress
Now my bestie just told me somethin' that's real wild
She got a grown man, but she call him her problem child
So much immaturity, no job security
Always spendin' bread on his drip, she so furious
Huh, sugar plum, be mindful of your time
F*ck a book, someone can turn the pages of your mind
I know that you troubled and bills feel like they doublin
And this nigga only addin' more to your strugglin
He want you to hold him down, he want you to cuddle him
She say he the opps, don't know why she f*ck with him
Plus I know he cheatin
I ain't got no trust for him, he probably with his other baby mama
I was rumblin, I should call my side dish
And homie just bust on him, he smokin' and drinkin
Stay stinkin' and stumblin, and after all that
This woman say she still in love with him, with him
Come on, de-stress
I just gotta de-stress, come on, de-stress
Netflix, de-stress, breathe, whoo-sa-sa
Girl, girl, girl, girl, pamper yourself and de-stress
Get your nails did and de-stress, come on
Love all yourselves and de-stress
You got to de-stress, we got to de-stress, huh
De-stress
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I can't believe you got me in Philly for this one
Oh, snap, here we go with this again
This a G5 and Yeezy Jam, huh
And this ain't one for you to cut a rug and dance
This for the car, no matter what you drivin' in
Or at the mall or park, hangin' with the kids
Tellin' them, raggedy f*ckers stop with the shenanigans
Screamin, don't talk back to me, watch how you speak
And stop playin' in that dirt, I just bought them sneaks
You at that nine to five, gettin' to a dollar though
Eight hours, it's time to go
Boss on your last nerve, asshole
Jump from a bridge, scream Geronimo
Last call, but with my luck, he could probably swim his ass off, I know
That was harsh on my behalf
But let's keep it a stack, sometimes you just feel like that
Just got a text from the homie, it say we outside
Sundress season, text me back, if you finna slide, ooh
De-stress, I just gotta de-stress
Come on and de-stress, Netflix, de-stress
Breathe, whoo-sa-sa
Girl, girl, girl, girl, pamper, yourself and de-stress
Get your nails did and de-stress
Come on, love on yourself, and de-stress
You got to de-stress, we got to de-stress
Now my bestie just told me somethin' that's real wild
She got a grown man, but she call him her problem child
So much immaturity, no job security
Always spendin' bread on his drip, she so furious
Huh, sugar plum, be mindful of your time
F*ck a book, someone can turn the pages of your mind
I know that you troubled and bills feel like they doublin
And this nigga only addin' more to your strugglin
He want you to hold him down, he want you to cuddle him
She say he the opps, don't know why she f*ck with him
Plus I know he cheatin
I ain't got no trust for him, he probably with his other baby mama
I was rumblin, I should call my side dish
And homie just bust on him, he smokin' and drinkin
Stay stinkin' and stumblin, and after all that
This woman say she still in love with him, with him
Come on, de-stress
I just gotta de-stress, come on, de-stress
Netflix, de-stress, breathe, whoo-sa-sa
Girl, girl, girl, girl, pamper yourself and de-stress
Get your nails did and de-stress, come on
Love all yourselves and de-stress
You got to de-stress, we got to de-stress, huh
De-stress
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Writer: Thomas Thorne
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