Shut The Studio Down Lyrics – Happy Hour

Shut The Studio Down Lyrics by Happy Hour

I-L-E!
I-L-E! (What?!)
I-L-E! (What?!)
I-L-E!

Let’s go!
Ziccy hit ‘em with the stupid vision
We got new admissions
Stephen shoot don’t miss it

Who gon’ stick it
But that Dream Team winnin’
They ain’t ever brickin’
Who gon’ rip it

You’s a sappy sour n#gg#
Who gon’ slip it
This that final hour n#gg#
Who gon’ kick it

Poke the bear and n#gg#
You gon’ end up missin’
You gon’ show up missin’ when I pull up on scenes
Slow it listen on that track, he a fiend

Hold up listen run it back it to the team
Touch it back that’s a safety I’m mean
Hold up n#gg# don’t go playin wit me
Pour up baby you gon’ play with the beast

Roll it baby that’s roulette on the beat
Blow it baby that’s that good luck I need
Everywhere I look I see a has been
Who’s he?

‘Bout to stack up cheddar like it’s (uh)
Ratatouille
End up on a record, I’m gon’ have ‘em
Oowee

Comedy
n#gg#s too weak
I flow with the air that we breathe
Why must I say it?

You n#gg#s could never be me
I’m one with the beat, if we got on with Stephen
No touching the stove, cause we bringin’ the heat
God damn, it’s a hunnid degrees

When five suns together, we call that a solar release
You claim you on top, then we call for impeachment
Rose in the stu, pay respect to deceased!
I say huh

When I move
Nervous, never quiet in the booth
You know that it’s higher than the truth
I’m trying to instill in my youth

And I’m reaching peaks
Like I invented stools
And I’m moving for youth
And I’m moving for you

And your friends and family
We all make it happen
Steady, we pushin’ our passion
Believe so our fruits everlasting

This shit’s everlasting
You can turn back the pages
See where we were and that growth you can feel
And that moment in time we was feeling vexatious

So I fixated
Focused on the trials rather than the tribulations
I know it’s been awhile you just gotta be patient
I can be blunt but you still couldn’t face it

And that’s the facts
We can never chill we can never relax
We been to the future and I’m trying go back
Hit ‘em with the Pierce just to get ‘em off track

Hit ‘em with the Pierce just to get ‘em off track
Hol’ up
n#gg#s talk down on the gang
I’m a wipe they whole face

I’m a keep getting better they probably gon’ hate me
My money today b#tch, I don’t like waiting
Don’t touch the pot b#tch it’s too hot to handle
You got left on read ha b#tch I could never

I don’t be on Twitter but all in her header
I’ll never cheat babe let’s f#ck hoes together
I pop like confetti
You pop cause of pressure

I make my b#tch c#m and her coochie stay cramping
I hate first impressions and social endeavors
So f#ck everybody b#tch like I’m nick cannon
b#tch I’m a prophet with positive profits

You n#gg#s libido I’m too hard to stop
I’m coming for everything like a tsunami
Cutting them up like a medium steak
And we bashing and slashing ya

You just ain’t matching us
You’re an old version, that’s why they ain’t patching ya
Feeling outdated yet
Hope that they trashing ya

Better digest
Say it with ya chest
I am unimpressed
Fall asleep on n#gg#s when he said he’s at his best

Gotta change it up
Maybe have a dream, never let it up
Be the better man
So troublin’

You a letter man
I gotta sit down for a minute
You gotta look at the bigger picture
Your souls and ya views, b#tch you’re just old news

I can give you another lesson
But you might get bruised
Getting menacing and aggressive
Make me feel like Tom Cruise

Yeah I got screws loose
Makes you say who’s who
Steaming red hot fumes
b#tch I’m shuttin’ down the stu n#gg#!
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Happy Hour Lyrics – Shut The Studio Down

Happy Hour

Shut The Studio Down