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letra de swerve like malik - baby gee

[verse 1: baby gee]
you gotta pull back, put it in drive
look around, gotta check both sides
can’t loft do a hunned and five
swerve like- and just to survive
last one macked did bad and he died
but the troopers gon’ talk on the guys
jeff got shot, still floxkin’ at n-ggas
you mans the makk and can’t open his eyes
i see the troopers pullin’ me over
i keep a strap, you know i’m cool
y’all n-ggas is cops, man, all of y’all sweet
but i never lack, i know the rules
y’all n-ggas clownin’ one of my demons
i hit up jeff he bringin’ the move
let’s bend they block, hit ‘em in they top
let’s see if them n-ggas is tougher than you
r.i.p mali, i’m throwin’ like eighty
who got them thinkin’ they crazy?
i got low right after i banged it
amber alert, they can’t find a baby
hop in that ride me and bro gon’ toss that
911, ems, where the chalk at?
if you believin’ that these n-ggas on that
then you believin’ that dougie ain’t off that
like, sh-t, why the n-gga ain’t drift?
why the n-gga ain’t stop?
move, turn, he all in my spliff
heard a opp got shot in his wrist
have a bullet go right through his [?]
how many n-ggas got shot?
have some respect when you mention my clique
word to bro, don’t play with your life
f-ck all of the rap, better keep you a pipe
citizen app kept gettin’ alerts
we went dumb, he was under the knife
brodie be glitchin’, i tell him “be calm”
[?], what the f-ck he be on?
i want him dead, finished, gone
fifth to his head, [?] bottle of don
bad b-tch, throw ass
go slow, go fast
keep it p, keep it cute
drive the boat, don’t crash
bad b-tch, throw ass
go slow, go fast
keep it p, keep it cute
drive the boat, don’t crash
[verse 2: rivtwer aj]
go slow, go fast
malik should’ve went on the drill for the [?]
sh-t, i ain’t even know about a f-ckin’ cj ‘til i hit terps and realized it was gas
don’t let the media hype up nunnie ‘cause he lost his mans and started droppin’ hat
kay glizz goin’ r-t-rded with all of the “frrah, frrah” sh-t
it’s all cap, tell ‘em shut the f-ck up
jah savv [?] gotta pick my nuts up
like, from the angle that i throw my d-ck in her mouth, i’ma make her cough another wag up
sh-t gettin’ packed up right by the baby
like, he tote the .380, the drippy demons got the mac
we want blood for all of the lo sh-t that y’all was sayin’ in all of y’all raps
kay glizz let’s really talk about the wag got fl!cked on walkin’ without it
like, in the back of the p’z i tote my g, if you push up on me i’ll show you that i’m ’bout it
switch on the guys, i’m the never the type
she throw up the rakes, i be f-ckin’ his wife
this the aj bop if i throw a few shots gon’ aj bop for the rest of his life

[verse 3: pfa leek]
ah, ah
i want him dead right now, no time for the talkin’, f-ck rhymin’ it’s time to attack
malik a be here right now if the dummy ain’t speed, mack, body collapse
another n-gga tapped his head, another n-gga shot
me and jeff tryna hop out in all black
we up in gursh lurkin’, where n-ggas at?
throw a few shots then get too [?]
cj, lil n-gga could’ve went to the a, too bad they knocked him outta bounds
malik he went out in the car, rollin’ him up, light it, pass it around
nunnie keep mention’ me, his mother in jail, i swear that lil n-gga a clown
why is he actin’ so crazy? when he got beat on that strip they had him on the ground
i guess n-ggas don’t recall
like, heard ‘em linkin’ but i want ‘em all
like, from the 80z, like, to the wag
even c blu, n-gga, come and play ball
now savv is a b-tch, he got caught in that mall
they not gdk if that’s what i recall
malik he be swervin’, drivin’ fast and furious, n-gga, he went out like paul
like, on my mother them n-ggas is p-ssy
like, but they always got somethin’ to say
sh-t too easy, like, i’m a rookie
i hop out that v they be runnin’ away
belt to they ass, any which way
n-gga, f-ck it tomorrow we goin’ today
i heard they big ems, better duck when we slide
couple gz i might slide with the [?]

- baby gee

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