Push Go Lyrics

[Chorus 1: atcreams]

Push button go, you know, the only one I am holding down
She ride it slow, she go, she know that she welcome around

She body roll, bless her soul
Bend her over, touch them toes like.. WOAH!

You know. You are the only one I want to hold
You know. Ima dress you out in all gold
You know. If the tables turn I won't fold
You know

[Verse 1: atcreams]

Staying in, staking and waiting
No playing, the places i'm taken amazing
I'm going for greatness, no patience

My pockets on grapes while your pockets on raisins
Just face it

I'm making a change everyday, but I always stay praying!
Don't fall to the calling of Satan
I'm riding the lightning to help with the pain
Just know planning for plainness or doing no saving

MY BAD
p*ssy to body bag
No need to fight back
Cuz you like that

Like this all night:

Crashing with the fifth on ice
That Chandon that Cliquot nice

f*ck K2, Don't smoke no spice
Don't hate you, just spend no time

{Interlude]

[Verse 2: atcreams]

I ain't hold no one back homie
Bitches don't know how to act 'round me

Don't know my past then don't f*cking ask
If you see me 'round get the f*ck from back

Got a blue cheese fountain
Momma proud and posted Libman mopping chowder
Hosting women prosper after
Hit me later, thoughts to gather

Got a college degree in telling people to leave
In this life you lead you either breathe or you bleed

I been broken, busted
f*ck it, hustle
White Castle wasted
Taste the Struggle

Come take my place in every day and bet you stay in Won't hold you down because you're too basic
Just face it tho

[Chorus 2: atcreams]

Push button go, you know, the only one I am holding down
She ride it slow, she go, she know that she welcome around

She body roll, bless her soul
Bend her over, touch them toes like.. WOAH!

[Verse 3: Yachtson]

Woah, Catch me on road
Saucy the papi I'm woke
Ayee
Push Button Go
Running the set with my woes

Kush in the pack when I roll
No credit cards for these clothes
Hoes be as cold as the flow
f*ck with me turn to a ghost

S'why I don't open my door
Making them wait in the cold
AT and Yachtson are goats

Reap what we sow out in Chico, aye
Ask what we growing with Cremo, aye
I make a trap out of boat and gazebo
T-town we counting those c-notes

And going in
Bitch from sorority irrelevant
Go to the jeweler and ball your rent
Get you an Uber or call a friend

Get your body bent

Body the Bentley, the Benz, or the beamer
Munching her box with her feet on the ceiling
Michael Jackson on the case and I beat it
Ashing on her face and that's it I'm leaving

Unless she got three stripes, them lines like Adidas
Unless she got three stripes, them lines, cuz i'm feenin'
Don't f*ck with codeine, but that p*ssy was leaning
And i'm leaving

[Chorus 3: atcreams and Yachtson]

Push button go, you know, the only one I am holding down
She ride it slow, she go, she know that she welcome around

She body roll, bless her soul
Bend her over, touch them toes like.. WOAH!

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