Текст песни JAEGER - Nate Roze

Push up (woah, woah)
Push up (woah, woah, woah)
Push up (woah, woah)
Push up (woah, woah, woah)
Push up (yea, woah, woah)
Push up (woah, woah, woah)
Push up (yea, woah, woah)
Push up (woah, woah, woah)

All the opps outside when I push up (when i push up)
All the opps outside when I push up (when i push up)
All the opps outside when I push up (when i push up)
All the opps outside when I push up (when i push up)

Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (woo)

I aint talking to these lame ass niggas no more (nah)
I aint talking to these lame ass bitches at my door (no)
Pop a X pill make the world slow (make the world slow)
Pop a X pill make the world slow (make the world go)

Ima live my life Ima die slow (ima die slow)
Ima live my life Ima die slow (ima die slow)
We some rockstars like Michael (like michael)
We some rockstars bout psycho (bout psycho)

Every bitch you see a body dropped (yea)
Out the room the lobbys hot
Im that dude, Im that guy (im that, im that, im that)
Im not playing, Im not lying
Aint on Instagram, aint on other shit
Ima make a mil off a Nate Roze hit (bitch!)

All the opps outside when I push up (when i push up)
All the opps outside when I push up (when i push up)
All the opps outside when I push up (when i push up)
All the opps outside when I push up (when i push up)

Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (woo) (yeah when i push up!)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (when i push)
Yea, when I (woo) (yeah when i push up!)

(Traveling through space and time)

Lets get it (yea)
Lets get it (yea)
Lets get it, lets get it
(Lets get it, lets get it)

Gotta get my racks up
The money in the bag, bruh
Your sneaks aint got no tag, bruh
Running through the trap cause
I'm your girl top rapper
It dont make no sense (yea)
It dont make no sense (uh huh, uh huh)

Tryna cop them diamonds, and that trackhawk and the motherfuckin' hemi (yea, yea, yea)
Why these niggas hating all these niggas always gonna envy me (yea, yea)
Light up for bros, light up for the hoes (yea, yea, yea, yea)
Light up for the hoes, lets have a toast! (yea, yea, yea, yea)

(Greetings from the future)