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Adit - Catch Up Lyrics

[Verse 1: Turquoise Prince]
Yeah
Quickly, quickly, I smash the 50s, I tick 10 dealers at once, I'm shifty, can't
Catch me, catch me, I’m quick as fuck and I kick on till kingdom come
But you never see me coming like you layin' on your tummy, tell me not to pull out but I had to do something
Busted on her pillow then I tell her sweet dreams, wake up in the morning like, "You didn’t see nothing"
I can’t keep your missus off me, name another sex icon in the country
I could have another kid in every fuckin' state, can’t keep up with me, cuckold story
So much shit talk, what the fuck? Put a but-plug in his mouth, shut up
And he got a real shit taste in style, triple metaphor, shittin' on 'em like, "Wow"
Gag on a tooth when you look in the mirror, do you see wasted youth?
I don't wanna hear you speak unless it's sexy or you speak the truth
I talk to my team and no one else, you're not sicker than Kerser, bruh, no one is
I tell the industry not to suck my dick, who's the hottest cunt in this fuckin' shit?

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Dijon]
So call me when you're ready
It's not like I'm waiting by the phone
Bitch, I'm at the finish line
I'll be waiting here, so

[Chorus: Turquoise Prince & Obi III Terrors]
Catch up, keep up, catch up, keep up
Catch up, keep up, catch up, keep up
Tell me, can you drink your weight in champagne? Set fire to pleasure, my pain
If no's you're not in my lane, if no's you're not in my fuckin' lane
Catch up, keep up, catch up, keep up
Catch up, keep up, catch up, keep up
All them [?]
[?] your thighs
Am I still the man that I was even though I left you behind? [?]
[Verse 2: Turquoise Prince]
Carpet burn all up her back, 'cause we fuckin' on Persian rugs
And she loves it when I come crawlin' back, 'cause I sex her right, but I treat her wrong
And I still can't tell the difference (Difference) between friends and cunts that want shit
You can't kick it how we kick it (Dickhead), three-Ones'll get it in ya (L.T.C)

[Verse 3: Marty Bukakke Large]
You know I'm fuckin' up my pesos, turn my tears into a rainbow
Don't really wanna break him, but I'll do it if you say so
And they double-back when I make tracks on the hit track, we run train on acts when they wanna act
A.C.T. to S.Y., when I achoo [?]
Microphone, my mind afloat, I might'a known, snort the blow and hit the pose
Me and T the recipe, we get the cheese, but got a lot of chalk on my phone
Maintain your [?], my lane [?] dropkick the mood killer, throw it a harpoon
We got more chase to restyle your face, so you better make haste when we regulate

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Dijon & Obi III Terrors]
So call me when you're ready (Call me when you're ready)
It's not like I'm waiting by the phone
Bitch, I'm at the finish line
I'll be waiting here, so

[Chorus: Turquoise Prince & Obi III Terrors]
Catch up, keep up, catch up, keep up
Catch up, keep up, catch up, keep up
Tell me, can you drink your weight in champagne? Set fire to pleasure, my pain
If no's you're not in my lane, if no's you're not in my fuckin' lane
Catch up, keep up, catch up, keep up
Catch up, keep up, catch up, keep up
All them [?]
[?] your thighs
Am I still the man that I was even though I left you behind? [?]
[Outro: Lil Dijon & Obi III Terrors]
Nowhere to run
Bleed from this hell
Stay for a while
See for yourself
Nowhere to run (Nowhere to run)
Bleed from this hell (Bleed from this hell)
Stay for a while (Stay for a while)
See for yourself (See for yourself)