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Correct Sub-Zero / Nash Lyrics
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Correct Sub-Zero / Nash
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[Part 1: Sub-Zero] [Hook: Tabby] I ain’t been ready from the jump Focus on myself, swear to God that’s all it was Yeah, cold shoulder, energy froze Too clutch in the post, Sub-Zero Nothin' but net Nothin' but net Nothin' but net They keep comin' Baby run it I get nothin' but net Nothin' but net Nothin' but net They keep comin' Baby run it [Verse 1: Tabby] Creasin' up the Jordan 1’s She believe that something's up Keep the peace, you know I'm thug Keep the peace, you know I'm what? Nah, not really Pardon me, an anomaly That I speak so clear when arguing Like hold up (hold up) What’s the fucking problem? (problem) I don’t wanna do this (do this) Please, let’s try tomorrow ('morrow) Look at me like “Really? (really) Boy you acting childish” (childish) Now until 3005, you’re mine. I’m sorry Okay [Hook: Tabby & Reagan Wolf] I ain’t been ready from the jump Focus on myself, swear to God that’s all it was Yeah, cold shoulder, energy froze Too clutch in the post, Sub-Zero Nothin' but net Nothin' but net Nothin' but net They keep comin' Baby run it I get nothin' but net Nothin' but net Nothin' but net They keep comin' Baby run it [Verse 2: Tabby & Reagan Wolf] I know what she like, got her like blue tidal Wave check no durag, my flow just two cowlicks Play my cassette tape, got you that new knowledge She smell like bouquets, taste of a new flower But that don’t feel right now Been awhile since I been tied down For the thrill, I’ll let it slide right now When she ride like wow But inside, I drown What the hell [Hook: Tabby & Reagan Wolf] I ain’t been ready from the jump Focus on myself, swear to God that’s all it was Yeah, cold shoulder, energy froze Too clutch in the post, Sub-Zero Nothin' but net Nothin' but net Nothin' but net They keep comin' Baby run it I get nothin' but net Nothin' but net Nothin' but net They keep comin' Baby run it Nothin' but net Nothin' but net Nothin' but net They keep comin' Baby run it I get nothin' but net Nothin' but net Nothin' but net [Part 2: Nash] [Verse: Tabby] Jansport, shattered backboards Sun-kissed cracker like Nash with the handles Careful round the candles Jack cutting plans like Samson with the man-bun Tell him where he can’t run Finger sitting happy on a hand gun Piña Colada with the red rum Cloud over head caught him sad, huh? Tell him what he can’t lose Cat called Tabby but he stoic as a maine-coon Tell him what he can’t do He bout it bout it Squash beef, you in-and-out And pushing daisies like a clown chest Relish while the pain loop He pause it pause it It’s ironic cause the sample Ain’t even fucking out yet Sounding like you lame dude Keep talkin' talkin' All that honesty you swallow 'Bout to flood your fuckin' noggin You’re okay ‘till phase two Come knockin' knockin' But Jehovah keep his distance So just run another sound check
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