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Swish
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Yeah, I made six figures this winter in my Timberlands Yeah, huh I ran up six figures this winter in my Timberlands Huh, yeah, huh I ran up six figures this winter in my Timberlands Backhand a b*t*h for backtalking, where's yo discipline? If the quarterback get it off, sh*t, we gon' blitz again Cutting up in the booth, ain't bring a pair of scissors in Off a Perc' 30 in the coupe, b*t*h, I got road rage I live a fast brakes lifestyle on a slow day My hitman'll blow you, I just hit the mall and blow pape D**k sucking-a** gon' ride the wave till yo boat break Two thousand dollars kicks for no reason, I just had to do 'em Oh, you need a zip? Then pull up, I'ma tax you, stupid Woke up high as hell, shotgun, we on [?] and [?] And if they ever get me in that room, b*t*h, I'm acting clueless Camp around the corner in a rental till the mail comes 'Cat faster than a cheetah, oh, yo whip a snail, huh? Got my b*t*h [?] with her nails done Talking 'bout some smoke, can you please just inhale some? We different, you'll roll a gram, I'm a three five chief We different, this a V12, that's a [?] We different, way before the EDD, I had the swipe fever Delta first cla**, I'm a real life sightseer How I act now, that's how I acted then With the Men in Black and best believe they got the gadgets in Dawg said he horsed me? Someone please throw a cap to him Yeah, it's cool to shoot but sometimes you gotta pa** to win Boy blocked me from his b*t*h 'Gram but I bet I f**ked Getting good head at 4 AM like, "How the hell I'm up?" Drop a deuce of Wock', for a band, I'll sell my cup 7.62s big as f**k, could flip a semi truck B*t*h, I'm jacked up like a car with a flat tire Yeah, you might ball a little bit but my stats higher You looking crazy at the self-scan, I only jam fires Half of me love the fast life, the other half tired If I see the opps, I'm ten toes, ain't gotta juke up in me I keep nodding off 'cause I got a deuce of juice up in me Big exotic 'Woods, Giant Fuyu, ain't no hookah in me White boy'll pa** the play to gang, that's the Luka in me My hitman cheap, he sliding in a Taurus with a torch Sh*t talker, when the beat come on, I ignore the chorus Sleepy head, man, I f**ked around and poured a four, I'm snoring Soaring in the Trackhawk, it's roaring, b*t*h, watch me floor it You don't know sh*t if you really think that girl yours Sick of broke hoes, if I see one, I'ma hurl towards her My one, yeah, know who she is, I give the world to her Four years ago was upping giffies on a world tour Walk in closet full of drip, it look like Narnia Chopstick got more shots on it than a party bus Boy, I thought you hardbodied, why the f**k yo Cartis tucked? You gon' hear a "swish" every time, better guard me up Huh, yeah, b*t*h, huh, yeah, you better guard me up You gon' hear a "swish" every time, you better guard me up Yeah, b*t*h, I'm scoring Yeah, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, Sh*ttyBoyz
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