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TreeHouse! - pudding Lyrics



TreeHouse! - pudding Lyrics




(Coughing)
Recognize Real
Recognize Real
Yeah, Recognize Real
Recognize This

Recognize Real
Recognize This
Recognize
Freckleye Back

Bro said he wants get a taste
Turn around
Turn around mo gain

Got his face in the bottle

I was finna call it a bum rush
Got a string
Other side of it
Tape to a dollar

Got the same face in the pics with the earphones in
Sorry I was banging to Gaga
Poker face problems
Real don't recognize real
Imma ghost in it

Feel how Freckleye feel
You would ghost in it

Feel how Freckleye feel
You was up in the mornin
(like 3)

Feel how Freckleye feel
You would
You would

I aint really feel it kinda wanted my apology back
You could put a guess what I'm doin and its probably that
Ian even stretch for the run got a honory back
Im a wave Im a bless Im a trip you can honor me that

Already snapped
Layout Already mapped
Not a Perry in the building cus I'm already capped
Aint nobody see me naked but I'm bodily stamped

That one already count
Hit a run every every every part of me cramp
Run down
Run down
Run Down

Get up
Getting all of me amp
Have a nigga pull apart
Like an artery camp

Breakdown happen on the ghost
You can see it in the progress
Got a hot chip sitting on the plate
For the winner of the contest
Run a mile time in the grass
Imma pass ya
Nigga nauseous
Double take jeans
In the fashion
Im passin Im gassing
I already copped it

In the bath but I'm already wash
In the past that we already lost
And the cash that we already tossed
And the bag that I already caught

Put a breakdown in it
For the nigga wit his knees in his arms
And his motherf*cking
Motherf*cking face down in it
Imma put a f*cking breakdown in it
Nigga Buss

Recognize Real
Recognize Real

Recognize

Recognize Real
Recognize
Recognize Real
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(Coughing)
Recognize Real
Recognize Real
Yeah, Recognize Real
Recognize This

Recognize Real
Recognize This
Recognize
Freckleye Back

Bro said he wants get a taste
Turn around
Turn around mo gain

Got his face in the bottle

I was finna call it a bum rush
Got a string
Other side of it
Tape to a dollar

Got the same face in the pics with the earphones in
Sorry I was banging to Gaga
Poker face problems
Real don't recognize real
Imma ghost in it

Feel how Freckleye feel
You would ghost in it

Feel how Freckleye feel
You was up in the mornin
(like 3)

Feel how Freckleye feel
You would
You would

I aint really feel it kinda wanted my apology back
You could put a guess what I'm doin and its probably that
Ian even stretch for the run got a honory back
Im a wave Im a bless Im a trip you can honor me that

Already snapped
Layout Already mapped
Not a Perry in the building cus I'm already capped
Aint nobody see me naked but I'm bodily stamped

That one already count
Hit a run every every every part of me cramp
Run down
Run down
Run Down

Get up
Getting all of me amp
Have a nigga pull apart
Like an artery camp

Breakdown happen on the ghost
You can see it in the progress
Got a hot chip sitting on the plate
For the winner of the contest
Run a mile time in the grass
Imma pass ya
Nigga nauseous
Double take jeans
In the fashion
Im passin Im gassing
I already copped it

In the bath but I'm already wash
In the past that we already lost
And the cash that we already tossed
And the bag that I already caught

Put a breakdown in it
For the nigga wit his knees in his arms
And his motherf*cking
Motherf*cking face down in it
Imma put a f*cking breakdown in it
Nigga Buss

Recognize Real
Recognize Real

Recognize

Recognize Real
Recognize
Recognize Real
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Writer: Collin Gray
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Collin Gray

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