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#RookieOfTheYear - Lyrics:
Turn Me Up YC
Jersey, my city on my back
I got her reppin me
Heard me, know I play with M’s
Must be stupid if she curve me (dumb)
Feeding head and forces, still be dressing like I’m serving
Rookie of the year, I got the ball and they got nervous
Remember having mask on way before corona hit
Told 30 not to cross the plug, he went behind me set the pick
I play like a beast but my demeanor humble (don’t make me turn up)
Go so hard, they got to retire my number (BIG 12)
Unright underdog, trained to go when I ball
Losses turn to lessons, I can’t see myself falling off
And I’m having accuracy, I pull up and shoot off the rip
Off the hip, check the score it’s 20 zip

Swoosh

If you ain’t got no check for me don’t check for me, respectfully
I can’t let my kids down I’m building up my legacy
Ain’t competing with nobody, I’m just tryna be a better me
Introduction bout to show you something that you ain’t never see
Five rings five chains, two watches that’s twelve
Come through and slam on you I’m in the air
Before it’s all said and done let me make one thing clear
True to it, not new to it I’m Rookie of The Year

Love the game it relate to me best
Work better under pressure when I’m put to the test
Strategic how I move, I just treat it like chest
Team a rant a the grill is on my mission lil nest
Now I’m up can’t sleep on me
Take a risk to win that’s key
Put a show on for them ppl
Give em what they came to see
How you tryna teach me something
You ain’t made it cross the street
I deserve the keys to it
I’m my city mvp

Swoosh (Bagg)

If you ain’t got no check for me don’t check for me, respectfully
I can’t let my kids down I’m building up my legacy
Ain’t competing with nobody, I’m just tryna be a better me
Introduction bout to show you something that you ain’t never see
Five rings five chains, two watches that’s twelve
Come through and slam on you I’m in the air
Before it’s all said and done let me make one thing clear
True to it, not new to it I’m Rookie of The Year
Bagg
True to it, not new to it I’m Rookie of The Year

#Wockesha Lyrics:

Yeah I kinda put the cup down for a minute but um
But honestly it ain’t nobodies business what’s in my cup
What’s in your cup, what’s in their cup
It’s your cup drink it
So whateva the hell was in my cup
The only reaction I did was got more popular
More successful did a lot more things that I’ve ever done
I probably should pick that cup back up
I’m sitting here looking at Kiesha like do you love me do you love me not
Damn you hit the spot
Taste like candy, sweet like fruit
Wet like water, can I love on you
Withdrawls I’m feeling different every day I need a dose
Every now and then I’m missing I got my times when I got ghost
But she mine, I’m stamping her, priority status so them other bitches mad at her (too mad, aha)
Coming through a hunnid thou
I spent that on times 2 on you
Called myself couldn’t get loose on you
Then I pop back up like peek-a-boo
Here I go, flyer than most Louis V coat
Gas station coffee cup full ion drive boats (nope)
Money can’t buy happiness but she found love inside a G
Head and something to eat that’s all a thug nigga need
No lie you get me higher than the prices of me weed
I’m displaying my feelings like I’m wearing them on my sleeves
One minute I’m done with you the next one I be running back
Go yo way I go my way but some how we be still attached
Tryna found my answers with this cup but ain’t no truth in that
They be like I’m dumb for fucking with you I spent stupid racks
I’m sitting here knowing ion need ya pouring O’s in the lid
Sipping chasers with my reefa, can’t get my mind off Wockesha
Watch me put my heart in this cup
In my feelings she my therapist I’ma talk to this cup
Ring around the rose-z cup full of o-z
I hope I don’t ode, she keep saying pour me
Turn me to that purple demon emoji (devil)
Fuck me like you miss me it’s been a whole week
This ain’t no playground love we grown (too grown)
I’m too fucked up I pay four hunnid for a zone (that’s strong)
My bitch don’t like you you been fucking up my zone (in my house)
Relapsing every time I try to leave you lone (I relapse)
Every nigga in the streets looking for her but she rare
Dark skin purple hair stingy with her hard to share
Never needed nobody but it feel good to
Have somebody that somebody
Drop you and pick you up whenever I feel like it
This shit toxic
Let me know if you feel me
Hmmm hmmm
I gotta stop it, I must stop it
One minute I’m done with you the next one I be running back
Go yo way I go my way but some how we be still attached
Tryna found my answers with this cup but ain’t no truth in that
They be like I’m dumb for fucking with you I spent stupid racks
I’m sitting here knowing ion need ya pouring O’s in the lid
Sipping...