Letra de GOLF COURSE MEETINGS - Marty

(Feat. Gavin the HotRod)

(Oh, that's music to my ears)

None of my meetings indoors

I’m out on the course

Playing in shorts

You in the building

I’m yelling out fore (Fore!)

Yeah, my stomach was growling, I couldn’t record

They wanna be buddies, I’m not Pauly Shore (yeah)

I saw the call, I thought you was blocked, so I hit ignore

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay

Ay, Ay, Ay

Ah, my uncle had to spin the block

He got that thing in the caddy

Why are you crying?

Quit being dramatic

She said she a diva

You being sarcastic? (Really?)

Uh, I got a whole bunch of classics I need to drop

(woah, woah!)

I talk to God he told me “Wassup?”

I don’t need luck

No fingers crossed

Yeah, the bottom too crowded, the higher I go

They like to see talent, they hide in a robe

The prettiest people are depressed the most

Yeah, uh, none of my meetings indoors

I’m out on the course

Playing in shorts

You in the building

I’m yelling out fore (Fore!)

Yeah, my stomach was growling, I couldn’t record

They wanna be buddies, I’m not Pauly Shore

I saw the call, I thought you was blocked, so I hit ignore

Ay, ay (Ay)

Wait, Hol’ Up (Ay, ay)

Ay, ay (Ay, ay)

Wait (Ay)

Okay, if mama had to spin the block

She kept the Lord hammer tucked up in a towel

Big man is an echo

Bad on all these records

I'm hopping off tightropes

Yeah, they ain't seen a spitter like me

My heroes and commas like "bravo"

Yeah, my daddy wasn’t real deep, boy

He was teaching me how to be macho

Yeah, can't be a chump

Funny enough when you come from the mud

They teaching you all about how to be tough

But they do not teach you about how you get stuck

Write on a mug

Doubling down when they doubling up

Man, this can't be enough

Writing my rap with Arcadius touch

Ain't hearing me talk, there ain't much to discuss

Marty said he want a Pitbull, so he hit me up

Yeah, that was a must

I ain't here to do what y'all been doing

So you know I'm 'bout to make it for us

Yeah, uh, none of my meetings indoors

I’m out on the course

Playing in shorts

You in the building

I’m yelling out fore (Fore!)

Yeah, my stomach was growling, I couldn’t record

They wanna be buddies, I’m not Pauly Shore

I saw the call, I thought you was blocked, so I hit ignore

Ay

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