Lyrics:
what they had, niggas sauce burnt out
New pape everyday, bitch, I ain't never seen a drought
Don't slouch, paper route, trap jumpin', no drought
If it
back no more, no
Pick up yourself, give up the slouch
Kick your old habits out the door, oh
Pick up the pace, it's time to roll
The very first step is
you're impressed
You slouch now, even further down
As you're wondering how a top floor could replace heaven
We've built it all, we've made our gods
Home from school and here to stay
I'll take it easy again today
Ain't gonna work, don't need no pay
Couch Slouch
Fuck Off
My mom don't like
Slouch our way into an early grave
Is it disappointment or mild annoyance?
A sense of contentment or fucking resentment?
Move your feet to this dead end
fade to Blackstreet
The homies got at me, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
'round the globe, make a couple mil' a show
And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress
Tick tockin it
You don't always gotta make every moment count
And good look tryna get me off this sofa now
Cuz I'm a D R I motha fuckin couch slouch
Well I'm longing to ride on a freight train
Put a slouch hat down low on my ears
I'm yearning to leave this old town
On the flight and loose all
I'm longing to ride on a freight train
And pull a slouch hat down low on my ears
I'm yearning to leave this old
Town on the fly
And lose all my
Well it's the M-I crooked letter coming around the South
Rolling straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch
Please, ain't nothing but
the verse (mhm)
It's going down, fade to Blackstreet
The homies got rb, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long
a slouch, uh, uh, uh, uh
I don't like sitting down doing nothing
I'd rather spend my time doing something
Ain't no need to plan it
Jump right in and jam
yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Without no doubt, I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back out
So I jumps in, they try
a slouch, uh, uh, uh, uh
I don't like sitting down doing nothing
I'd rather spend my time doing something
Ain't no need to plan it
Jump right in and jam
why'meet, you'll see what I'm sayin'
Background Vocals: Meet this cat
He's where it's at
That's right, outta sight
Benny Bailey
He's no slouch
For this I'll
fade to Blackstreet
The homies got at me, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
Sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
While queueing for sarnies
love Scott, you love the Kid Cudi
I ain't no fucking slouch, show you what I'm 'bout
My energy is a bit too precious, too drenched in them blessings
of Uncle Sam
Stand up look right don't slouch and stand at ease
Allow no sex above the knees
When I snap you jump into the master plan
I'll be damned
I don't slouch
An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about
I'm from the South, ya heard?
Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
Live lavish
cured on the couch
Now you`re sick with your grouch.
I`ll not risk my honey pouch
Which my slouch will wear slung very low."
So once more John
Well it's the M-I crooked letter coming around the South
Rolling straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch
Please, ain't nothing but
the verse (mhm)
It's going down, fade to Blackstreet
The homies got rb, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long
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