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World Record Pool Video (MV)




Performed By: Teejaesohigh
Language: English
Length: 3:40
Written by: Torion Harrison




Teejaesohigh - World Record Pool Lyrics




With my hand, on the moon, show my people all about the night life
Be the creature you was tryna be witcha night light
I ain't finna hide, for what, I ain't finna hide, this mine
I ain't tryna blind you, it's shiny, yeen got the mind to keep grindin
Burn it down, pour it up,
Jumpin off the stage, jumpin off the stage
I ain't tryna rub it in ya face, oh yea, up there
I can't help but get on niggas' cases, whatchu in it for
Met some bitches sipping they say their from out of boundaries
You only finna show me whatchu want so who you tryna be
Maxed out, you would not believe it, so high, uh

Here come whatchacallit kickin shit, ain't no bullshittin with the rhetoric
Bout time they studied the definition of melanin
Maintain leverage, on some game 7 shit
Living for the early morning coffee cups and calm Autumn element
Coming from the turf, where a shootout was tradition
And buying the cigars was a mission
Once upon a time we was all dogs but
Now it's hesitation picking it up when y'all call
The new age buffalo, heavy but casting a big shadow
Up a creek with 6 paddles, but I'm conflicted
Which one I'm hitting, a switch hitter, I'm aggressive when pitching
High as f*ck on that lumber

Hold up lil bih who is that hollarin bout he ain't shit
I embody everything that made a man into a man can't sit when he
Piss stand up with it hands in the pot some kind of way
I hit the clock for some kinda pay take it to the block some kinda way
I'ma pull a Stretch Armstrong on that ass, why you keep hollarin for gas cuz I got the
Gas, lights in the rearview shur up let it pass, I can't get mad if you go to
Panicking I just know better than riding with mannequins, 30 pounds of the
Cannabis, overcrowded your cabinets, stash house keep it
Under wraps, my occupation falls under rap, wanna open me a laundromat
Soapy C-note, ain't got time o-v finito
Heat quick bean cheese burrito, microwavy, upsy daisy, I was up and at it
After waking up in the neighbor's yard with a firearm with no safety on
A couple bunnies had em taped on me, dope in the bushes,
Don't go try looking for shit, you can get hit your shit, I will not deal with the shit
Cut my old connections then I fled out the building
Started gaining patience then I ran out of feelings
Cut my old connections then I fled out the building
Started gaining patience then I ran out of feelings
Uh
Started gaining patience then I ran out of feelings
First off, I don't give a shit
I just try my ass off, she really miss the dick
First class pine I was rollin up a stick, uh

Uh, what that is
Mach 5 on them bitches
Rap lines dropping crack lines on them bitches
32 The genesis, it started with a button press and
I began speaking to the public, uh
Aye, aye, aye
I began speaking to the public, callion
Aye, aye, aye
I began speaking to the public, got me gone
Face down all them bitches bitches to me
Waist down all up in their feelings for me
Bass loud I don't play your shit if it's weak
Bass loud I don't play your, bullshit

Kill it
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With my hand, on the moon, show my people all about the night life
Be the creature you was tryna be witcha night light
I ain't finna hide, for what, I ain't finna hide, this mine
I ain't tryna blind you, it's shiny, yeen got the mind to keep grindin
Burn it down, pour it up,
Jumpin off the stage, jumpin off the stage
I ain't tryna rub it in ya face, oh yea, up there
I can't help but get on niggas' cases, whatchu in it for
Met some bitches sipping they say their from out of boundaries
You only finna show me whatchu want so who you tryna be
Maxed out, you would not believe it, so high, uh

Here come whatchacallit kickin shit, ain't no bullshittin with the rhetoric
Bout time they studied the definition of melanin
Maintain leverage, on some game 7 shit
Living for the early morning coffee cups and calm Autumn element
Coming from the turf, where a shootout was tradition
And buying the cigars was a mission
Once upon a time we was all dogs but
Now it's hesitation picking it up when y'all call
The new age buffalo, heavy but casting a big shadow
Up a creek with 6 paddles, but I'm conflicted
Which one I'm hitting, a switch hitter, I'm aggressive when pitching
High as f*ck on that lumber

Hold up lil bih who is that hollarin bout he ain't shit
I embody everything that made a man into a man can't sit when he
Piss stand up with it hands in the pot some kind of way
I hit the clock for some kinda pay take it to the block some kinda way
I'ma pull a Stretch Armstrong on that ass, why you keep hollarin for gas cuz I got the
Gas, lights in the rearview shur up let it pass, I can't get mad if you go to
Panicking I just know better than riding with mannequins, 30 pounds of the
Cannabis, overcrowded your cabinets, stash house keep it
Under wraps, my occupation falls under rap, wanna open me a laundromat
Soapy C-note, ain't got time o-v finito
Heat quick bean cheese burrito, microwavy, upsy daisy, I was up and at it
After waking up in the neighbor's yard with a firearm with no safety on
A couple bunnies had em taped on me, dope in the bushes,
Don't go try looking for shit, you can get hit your shit, I will not deal with the shit
Cut my old connections then I fled out the building
Started gaining patience then I ran out of feelings
Cut my old connections then I fled out the building
Started gaining patience then I ran out of feelings
Uh
Started gaining patience then I ran out of feelings
First off, I don't give a shit
I just try my ass off, she really miss the dick
First class pine I was rollin up a stick, uh

Uh, what that is
Mach 5 on them bitches
Rap lines dropping crack lines on them bitches
32 The genesis, it started with a button press and
I began speaking to the public, uh
Aye, aye, aye
I began speaking to the public, callion
Aye, aye, aye
I began speaking to the public, got me gone
Face down all them bitches bitches to me
Waist down all up in their feelings for me
Bass loud I don't play your shit if it's weak
Bass loud I don't play your, bullshit

Kill it
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Writer: Torion Harrison
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