I catch my groove then I coast (catch my groove then I coast)
Please don't pass me that smoke ( Please don't pass me that smoke)
Let us make it a toast (Let us make it a toast)
To all the bitches that ghosted (That ghosted)
Hit my groove then I coast ( Hit my groove then I coast)
Please don't pass me the smoke (Please don't pass me the smoke)
Let us make it a toast (Let us make it a toast)
To all the bitches that ghosted (That ghosted)
We never wanted none of it
We used to mess with each other just for the love of it
No high life living yet (make a milla)
Sipping champagne girl you're full of it
The Kembel in full swell
The headaches that we felt
Never mattered 'til the morning after
But they had you crying out to your pastor
You turned things around, Left it all to get your mind right
Cleared the negatives that were blurring up your mind's eye
Got sick of drinking so you got of the dance floor
Broke our heart more than when John left the Fab Four
You ain't got time for us blokes no more
Bunch of funny guys, we don't joke no more
You're a good girl despite your past poise
So you ain't got time for a bunch a bad boys
Hit my groove then I coast ( Hit my groove then I coast)
Please don't pass me the smoke (Please don't pass me the smoke)
Let us make it a toast (Let us make it a toast)
To all the bitches that ghosted (That ghosted)
I'm feeling groovy groovy groovy groovy
Like we stepped out of our closet into a movie movie
Got our hands on our drinks 'cause we ain't getting roofied roofied
Cause we look hot as f*ck, any girl could try to do me
I'm feeling groovy groovy groovy groovy
Like we stepped out of our closet into a movie movie
Got our hands on our drinks 'cause we ain't getting roofied roofied
Cause we look hot as f*ck, any girl could try to do me
Pursue me (uh)
Hit my groove then I coast ( Hit my groove then I coast)
Please don't pass me the smoke (Please don't pass me the smoke)
Let us make it a toast (Let us make it a toast)
To all the bitches that ghosted (That ghosted)
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I catch my groove then I coast (catch my groove then I coast)
Please don't pass me that smoke ( Please don't pass me that smoke)
Let us make it a toast (Let us make it a toast)
To all the bitches that ghosted (That ghosted)
Hit my groove then I coast ( Hit my groove then I coast)
Please don't pass me the smoke (Please don't pass me the smoke)
Let us make it a toast (Let us make it a toast)
To all the bitches that ghosted (That ghosted)
We never wanted none of it
We used to mess with each other just for the love of it
No high life living yet (make a milla)
Sipping champagne girl you're full of it
The Kembel in full swell
The headaches that we felt
Never mattered 'til the morning after
But they had you crying out to your pastor
You turned things around, Left it all to get your mind right
Cleared the negatives that were blurring up your mind's eye
Got sick of drinking so you got of the dance floor
Broke our heart more than when John left the Fab Four
You ain't got time for us blokes no more
Bunch of funny guys, we don't joke no more
You're a good girl despite your past poise
So you ain't got time for a bunch a bad boys
Hit my groove then I coast ( Hit my groove then I coast)
Please don't pass me the smoke (Please don't pass me the smoke)
Let us make it a toast (Let us make it a toast)
To all the bitches that ghosted (That ghosted)
I'm feeling groovy groovy groovy groovy
Like we stepped out of our closet into a movie movie
Got our hands on our drinks 'cause we ain't getting roofied roofied
Cause we look hot as f*ck, any girl could try to do me
I'm feeling groovy groovy groovy groovy
Like we stepped out of our closet into a movie movie
Got our hands on our drinks 'cause we ain't getting roofied roofied
Cause we look hot as f*ck, any girl could try to do me
Pursue me (uh)
Hit my groove then I coast ( Hit my groove then I coast)
Please don't pass me the smoke (Please don't pass me the smoke)
Let us make it a toast (Let us make it a toast)
To all the bitches that ghosted (That ghosted)
Please don't pass me that smoke ( Please don't pass me that smoke)
Let us make it a toast (Let us make it a toast)
To all the bitches that ghosted (That ghosted)
Hit my groove then I coast ( Hit my groove then I coast)
Please don't pass me the smoke (Please don't pass me the smoke)
Let us make it a toast (Let us make it a toast)
To all the bitches that ghosted (That ghosted)
We never wanted none of it
We used to mess with each other just for the love of it
No high life living yet (make a milla)
Sipping champagne girl you're full of it
The Kembel in full swell
The headaches that we felt
Never mattered 'til the morning after
But they had you crying out to your pastor
You turned things around, Left it all to get your mind right
Cleared the negatives that were blurring up your mind's eye
Got sick of drinking so you got of the dance floor
Broke our heart more than when John left the Fab Four
You ain't got time for us blokes no more
Bunch of funny guys, we don't joke no more
You're a good girl despite your past poise
So you ain't got time for a bunch a bad boys
Hit my groove then I coast ( Hit my groove then I coast)
Please don't pass me the smoke (Please don't pass me the smoke)
Let us make it a toast (Let us make it a toast)
To all the bitches that ghosted (That ghosted)
I'm feeling groovy groovy groovy groovy
Like we stepped out of our closet into a movie movie
Got our hands on our drinks 'cause we ain't getting roofied roofied
Cause we look hot as f*ck, any girl could try to do me
I'm feeling groovy groovy groovy groovy
Like we stepped out of our closet into a movie movie
Got our hands on our drinks 'cause we ain't getting roofied roofied
Cause we look hot as f*ck, any girl could try to do me
Pursue me (uh)
Hit my groove then I coast ( Hit my groove then I coast)
Please don't pass me the smoke (Please don't pass me the smoke)
Let us make it a toast (Let us make it a toast)
To all the bitches that ghosted (That ghosted)
Writer: Ammar Khan, William Soren
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid