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swear to god - armo

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[chorus: armo]
you like a tool
calling shaquille cause you acting a fool
thinking you tough but you built like a juul
you still my brodie so you is a vool
take you to school
like mr.fred boy you know i’ll be cruel
eyes on the progress and not on a jewel
when i talk loud i sound white like a ghoul
hearing me talk wack, that’s my fuel
[verse 1: fixitfelp]
b-tch you a fool
n-gg-s know i keep tool
she meet me up at the pool
n-gg- don’t p-ss me no juul
i keep a turret in my bas-m-nt, don’t play by the rules
take that lil n-gg- to school
all of my diamonds and jewels
my sh-t is wet like a pool
i make these lil b-tches drool
i get the keys and the fuel
b-tches know they cannot wife me
i understand why they like me
that’s why you wearing that nike
i am a lefty no righty
shooting these shots like i’m mikey
rap it like uzi and carti
vlone my back like im bari
i came in late like a tardy
we don’t play games like atari
my n-gg-s wild like safari
just f-cked yo b-tch, sorry
come in yo home and we gettin these gains
we shoot at yo moe b-tch we not playing games
f-ck out my home p-ssy boi you a lame
just copped a new stick, it got an x-ray
just met a white b-tch now she giving me brain
we hop in that van boi you ain’t seen a thang
this not a group boi this is claw gang
she told me don’t nut, but i just came
asian b-tch on me i feed her lo mein
don’t aim for the sides, we shoot at yo main
hop in the jeep, soon to be wraith
we hangin wit stompas that shoot at yo apes
sh-lls in my gun, racks in my safe
we ready to pop boi you ain’t safe
delivered the bag, that sh-t was cake
don’t try to run up or you gone get baked
[chorus: armo]
you like a tool
calling shaquille cause you acting a fool
thinking you tough but you built a juul
you still my brodie so you is a vool
take you to school
like mr.fred boy you know i’ll be cruel
eyes on the progress and not on a jewel
when i talk loud i sound white like a ghoul
hearing me talk wack, that’s my fuel
[verse 2: armo]
you think that i act like a b-tch
act like a child
you is a witch but you acting all mild
change up and switch when i get a lil wild
i’m feeling shame when i do not get riled
feel like a piece in your game
acting real tame
getting all lame
y’all got different bodies but your minds are the same
start to catch feelings, only me i can blame
wanna blow a b-tch from her back
give her my sack
but i’m not gonna slang it if you start acting wack
million different girls on my mind running track
all of them poking my mind like a tack
i start to retract and recluse
kicking myself like i’m bruce
i’m getting hunted like goose
i swear to god its abuse
i swear to god its abuse
[chorus: armo]
you like a tool
calling shaquille cause you acting a fool
thinking you tough but you built a juul
you still my brodie so you is a vool
take you to school
like mr.fred boy you know i’ll be cruel
eyes on the progress and not on a jewel
when i talk loud i sound white like a ghoul
hearing me talk wack, that’s my fuel