Soundtracks - MVP by BROCKHAMPTON lyrics

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon] Give me the rock, and I'ma show you all the ways to be the MVP Even if you own a bank, you still can't check me See, I was born for this, I ain't the type to sport technique And I ain't waitin' for a catch, you better accept me, ya dig? I can hear the ball, I don't get chatty Take you to the house like I'm Trick Daddy If I'm skippin' through the lane, it could end badly Hit a pose for the camera when it gets flashin' If you don't know, my body take your vitamins Got the bench warmed like Natisha Hiedeman Plays they makin' could be co*k-inspirin' Next possеssion point like I'm LaMelo, then I'm firin' Blam, crowd goеs wild, I'm the man Baby, I'm the coach, just so you know, we had a plan If you wanna stop me, better have a diagram I was number one before the season had began [Chorus: Kevin Abstract, Joba, Merlyn Wood] Boy, you make me wanna, boy you make me wanna- Boy, you make me wanna, go head, go head, go-o Boy, you make me wanna, jump, jump, boy, you make me wanna- Boy, you make me wanna, jump, jump go head, go head, go-o [Verse 2: Matt Champion] I'ma put you on a poster Call fatheads and tell 'em Put your head where my palm is See yo' ass on out call the chauffeur Speed dial, no sir, under there, Oprah? Catch a rest from over there in Lot B The Mazdas, the Kias, and the Air-Four 50s Don't see passion in any eyes I see Fear of the foe that is coming closely I'mma slang through the lane Rolling like window pane Got a jump of the rank Get a rang dang lang Know the feet on the sheet That's showing stain danes I'm a beast for the title Hit my phone like rang rang [Chorus: Kevin Abstract, Joba, Merlyn Wood] Boy you make me wanna, boy you make me wanna- Boy you make me wanna, go head, go head, go-o Boy you make me wanna, jump, jump boy you make me wanna- Boy you make me wanna, jump, jump go head, go head, go-o [Verse 3: Joba] Come and get it, come, come and get it Swimmin in the paint triple digits on the ceiling? I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' Whippin' and winnin' minute by minute I'm sending it up, deep in the box Free throws you won't even see me Bring the Bock, hands up Did you say som'n? Swish, swish That's the sound of a champion! Ankles break then its served like it's and-one Lace up, defense, offense my fence Get back, you don't wanna miss this I'mma be like Mike, check it off my wishlist Don't miss the shots I take! (Don't miss) [Outro: Merlyn Wood] Jump Jump, jump Jump Jump!