Stop Giving Me Advice (Explicit)

Stop Giving Me Advice (Explicit) - Lyrical Lemonade/Dave/Jack Harlow

Lyrics by：Tobias Breuer/Kameron Cole/Davud Ahmedzade/Matthew Tavares/Josè Velàzquez/Jackman Thomas Harlow/David Omoregie

Composed by：Tobias Breuer/Kameron Cole/Davud Ahmedzade/Matthew Tavares/Josè Velàzquez/Jackman Thomas Harlow/David Omoregie

Produced by：Hollywood Cole/Daz/Rascal/Matthew Tavares/Angel Lopez

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Have you ever raised the value of everyone around you

Have you ever been so high they got to down you

Think pieces gettin' written about you

Have you ever been to Italy and eaten Italian

Have you ever signed a deal that came with a medallion

Have you ever booked the club and came with a battalion

Have you been to Montana and seen the mountains

Have you ever looked around and felt the profound sense of pride

Have you ever had to hide where exactly you reside

Have you been to the Waffle House on Northside

Have you ever made a popstar wanna be your bride

Have you hugged someone and they cried

Have you had your heroes sit you down and give you the guide

Have you ever spoken somethin' into existence

Or do you just talk about other people's lives

Stop givin' me advice

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Stop givin' me tsch

Stop givin' me advice

Stop

All this unsolicited advice from the guys

Gettin' booked for a quarter of my price

All this red carpet **** brand partnerships

I must've let y'all forget that boy nice

No Sprite but life givin' me lemons with the limelight

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It's fine victory's mine

I lost the desire for bein' intimate at the end of my nights

I can do that at the end of my life

You know the phrase is "Business before pleasure"

'Cause I'm bankin' on it bringin' me more pleasure

The pressure makes diamonds

And diamonds make more pressure

And so on and so forth okay

I'll give your four more measures

And more records with more effort than ever before

I'm the youngin' on the team that's got a veteran court

They know the formula just give him space and let him record

And just remember what he said on the chorus

Stop givin' me advice

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Stop givin' me tsch

Stop givin' me advice

Stop

Stop givin' me advice

Yeah

Stop givin' me tsch

Yeah

Stop givin' me advice

Yeah

Stop

I know you feel love feel shame feel pride

I can see it in your eyes

I met a fan at work he told me it's his job on the side

As if I'm unimpressed by his every day life

Niggas die every day need us every day life

The women that you idolise can never play wife to me

When you done as many flights as me long nights as me

Took as many left turns to make right as me

I'm in the middle of the Vale like a bride to be

That's why I like to

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Yeah you left somebody that you love at the bottom of a mountain

'Cah they afraid to climb it have you changed your climate

Had her Insta' and made her change to private

Had her fly economy and make her change to private

Seen your nigga get nicked

And then go and catch a case just like him

Brought her to the game and she ain't excited

Probably 'cah my mum sat courtside 'fore I did

Am I sick if I say I like women with mileage and trips to Knightsbridge

Oh Jemima trips in the park with my oldest rider

To test out the .9 like I loaned a striker

I'm a lone survivor

And the way I spell lone is A-L-O-A-N

I don't ever wanna spend on a ho again

But I'm a ******* feminist so I go again

I'm on the road again yeah

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You can't control what the heart feels

You soon go broke I see you blowin' it far still

Death row you niggas down to your last meal

You ever signed a seven-figure deal and the birds quill

Can't even call it breakfast 'cah it wasn't your first mill'

Forgotten birthdays but remember your verse still yeah

You ever ****** a super model and it sounds like skeletons dancin'

You feel numb to the praise and the memories passin'

You ever robbed someone and it sounds like askin'

Didn't have no food so you'd disguise it as fastin'

Had d**gs abuse perfumes tryna mask it

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You ever lived the life of an artist escapin' darkness

Fines and you're payin' for parkin'

You can tell how she ****** by the way that she glancing

Your communication's bad but you're rich

So she givin' you chances

And pretty women givin' you dances

I come with a pole but she more Olivier than France is

You ever been

Stop givin' me advice

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Stop givin' me tsch

Stop givin' me advice

Stop

Stop givin' me advice

Stop givin' me tsch

Stop givin' me advice

Stop