"RUSH HOUR" lyrics
I don't need to-
I don't need to make friends
Riot up the hill, whole thing is mayhem
Fucking w my spirit, niggas really go to great length
Niggas turn religious when they faces hit the pavement
He ain't been the same since that day, you know it makes sense
Say she high maintenance
We could make arrangements
Calls from my agent
Make me switch cadence
I'm tryna buy the cribs on both sides, and make em vacant
Going against the grain - south based, we from the basement
Boy you a 2 faced nigga under pressure
Call it fruit cake, sitting in that leather
And like it's doomsday, we bout to change the weather
Girl is it to late to say I get you wetter
(Shhhh)
(Eh) She been in the field since like 21
(Eh) Pushing till the wheels break, shit is cut throat
(Eh) Say she brought her friends and they needed front row, ay
What if we just head back to my condo
That girl a groupie
Who your mans? Word to mouth, now she gets choosy
What's the plans, boy I'm out
This shit don't move me
And shit I know lil shortie tryna use me (use me)
(Alright)
(Yeah, uh)
Where's the line again?
Small talk, cold calls all that shit is transient
Lot of baggage I was born with I'm carrying
Always been a pimp but I turned into a champion
I was with my bih on a island, playing ambient
Hold your breath
I been on the edge
Niggas getting bread, soul handing by a thread
Right hand on the wheel
Left one on her breast
Everything a wreck, they don't step the way I step (oh)
I don't know how people think we equal (woah)
Baby girl my verse is worth a kilo (damn)
Seven nights, we spend it down in rio (yeah)
Everything I do, is for my people
I don't need to-
I don't need to make friends
Riot up the hill, whole thing is mayhem
Fucking w my spirit, niggas really go to great length
Niggas turn religious when they faces hit the pavement
He ain't been the same since that day, you know it makes sense
Say she high maintenance
We could make arrangements
Calls from my agent
Make me switch cadence
I'm tryna buy the cribs on both sides, and make em vacant
Going against the grain - south based, we from the basement
I don't need to make friends
Riot up the hill, whole thing is mayhem
Fucking w my spirit, niggas really go to great length
Niggas turn religious when they faces hit the pavement
He ain't been the same since that day, you know it makes sense
Say she high maintenance
We could make arrangements
Calls from my agent
Make me switch cadence
I'm tryna buy the cribs on both sides, and make em vacant
Going against the grain - south based, we from the basement
Boy you a 2 faced nigga under pressure
Call it fruit cake, sitting in that leather
And like it's doomsday, we bout to change the weather
Girl is it to late to say I get you wetter
(Shhhh)
(Eh) She been in the field since like 21
(Eh) Pushing till the wheels break, shit is cut throat
(Eh) Say she brought her friends and they needed front row, ay
What if we just head back to my condo
That girl a groupie
Who your mans? Word to mouth, now she gets choosy
What's the plans, boy I'm out
This shit don't move me
And shit I know lil shortie tryna use me (use me)
(Alright)
(Yeah, uh)
Where's the line again?
Small talk, cold calls all that shit is transient
Lot of baggage I was born with I'm carrying
Always been a pimp but I turned into a champion
I was with my bih on a island, playing ambient
Hold your breath
I been on the edge
Niggas getting bread, soul handing by a thread
Right hand on the wheel
Left one on her breast
Everything a wreck, they don't step the way I step (oh)
I don't know how people think we equal (woah)
Baby girl my verse is worth a kilo (damn)
Seven nights, we spend it down in rio (yeah)
Everything I do, is for my people
I don't need to-
I don't need to make friends
Riot up the hill, whole thing is mayhem
Fucking w my spirit, niggas really go to great length
Niggas turn religious when they faces hit the pavement
He ain't been the same since that day, you know it makes sense
Say she high maintenance
We could make arrangements
Calls from my agent
Make me switch cadence
I'm tryna buy the cribs on both sides, and make em vacant
Going against the grain - south based, we from the basement
Writer(s): Tommy Ruhingubugi, Ivan Nicolas Ortiz, Nahuel Marin Marin
