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letra de swish - babytron

[intro]
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

[verse]
i ran up six figures this winter in my timberlands
backhand a b-tch 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-tch, 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-ck sucking-ass 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 h-ll, shotgun, we on [?] and [?]
and if they ever get me in that room, b-tch, 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-tch [?] 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 class, 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 pass to win
boy blocked me from his b-tch ‘gram but i bet i f-cked
getting good head at 4 am like, “how the h-ll i’m up?”
drop a deuce of wock, for a band, i’ll sell my cup
7.62s big as f-ck, could flip a semi truck
b-tch, 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 [?] ain’t no hookah in me
white boy’ll pass 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-cked around and poured a four, i’m snoring
soaring in the trackhawk, it’s roaring, b-tch, 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-ck yo cartis tucked?
you gon’ hear a “swish” every time, better guard me up
[outro]
huh, yeah, b-tch, huh, yeah, you better guard me up
you gon’ hear a “swish” every time, you better guard me up
yeah, b-tch, i’m scoring
yeah, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, sh-ttyboyz

- babytron

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