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Catch Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Blaake
Language: English
Length: 1:45
Written by: Blake Bryan




Blaake - Catch Me Lyrics
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I'm sick of playing games, you got me stressed out my ass
I said
With my left ring, i'm steady on these things I might have
I said ha, bitch you can't catch me
Bitch don't text me
I'm sick of playing games you got me stressed out my ass
I said ya, bitch see me flexing
With my left ring
I'm steady on these things I might have a heart attack
If you really tryna catch up you gon needa relax
If you listen you can't catch up boy, you better than that
Run away what they gon say, I got my veteran cap
All of them up on my dick but that was after the fact
Way too much time on my hands I might go chuck me some gas
If you really wanna catch up you gon need a big bat
Imma fly across the globe you ain't caught up when i'm back
I needa nap
Pop too many pills, somebody call the police
Sippin on some shit, I call that shit hennesy
I got money on my mind and I got time so I see green
I'm just playing brown in my eyes when you looking at me
Perky xanny i'm uncanny there ain't no in between
I've been living in a nightmare people stuck in they dreams
Yeah i'm only seventeen but I came up wit a scheme
I was fourteen when I started why I feel like a king
I said ha, bitch you can't catch me
Bitch don't text me
I'm sick of playing games you got me stressed out my ass
I said ya, bitch see me flexing
With my left ring
I'm steady on these things I might have a heart attack
I said ha, bitch you can't catch me
Bitch don't text me
I'm sick of playing games you got me stressed out my ass
I said ya, bitch see me flexing
With my left ring
I'm steady on these things I might have a heart attack
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I'm sick of playing games, you got me stressed out my ass
I said
With my left ring, i'm steady on these things I might have
I said ha, bitch you can't catch me
Bitch don't text me
I'm sick of playing games you got me stressed out my ass
I said ya, bitch see me flexing
With my left ring
I'm steady on these things I might have a heart attack
If you really tryna catch up you gon needa relax
If you listen you can't catch up boy, you better than that
Run away what they gon say, I got my veteran cap
All of them up on my dick but that was after the fact
Way too much time on my hands I might go chuck me some gas
If you really wanna catch up you gon need a big bat
Imma fly across the globe you ain't caught up when i'm back
I needa nap
Pop too many pills, somebody call the police
Sippin on some shit, I call that shit hennesy
I got money on my mind and I got time so I see green
I'm just playing brown in my eyes when you looking at me
Perky xanny i'm uncanny there ain't no in between
I've been living in a nightmare people stuck in they dreams
Yeah i'm only seventeen but I came up wit a scheme
I was fourteen when I started why I feel like a king
I said ha, bitch you can't catch me
Bitch don't text me
I'm sick of playing games you got me stressed out my ass
I said ya, bitch see me flexing
With my left ring
I'm steady on these things I might have a heart attack
I said ha, bitch you can't catch me
Bitch don't text me
I'm sick of playing games you got me stressed out my ass
I said ya, bitch see me flexing
With my left ring
I'm steady on these things I might have a heart attack
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Writer: Blake Bryan
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