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letra de swangin' - mckinley dixon

[chorus]
a n-gga finna drop hits til a n-gga drop dead
doing my dance
pullin’ up my pants legs, my n-ggas palms itch
ye his family getting fed
ask him what he thinking
and he said
n-gga i’m sw-nging
slowly switchin lanes, lil n-gga (he bangin’)
coming for your chain, lil n-gga (they sangin’)
really thats all we know
the heart might grow
but sh-t, its the card we fold (we sw-ngin’)
what the f-ck is fame, lil n-gga (he bangin’)
coming for your chain, lil n-gga (they sangin’)
really that’s all we know
the heart might grow
but sh-t, it’s the cards we fold (we sw-ngin’)

[verse 1]
we got the wheelies with the sweatpants
to young men they is suits
they k!lled lil homie
how the h-ll we gonе recoop
you hang wit them
mama says, get from undеr my roof
and
this is that life when a n-gga is in hot pursuit (we sangin’)
wondering what this tune is gone bloom
got this ice up on my neck
so you know a n-gga gonna croon
hes nappy as h-ll
so you can tell a n-gga livid
infatuated with what you got it, and how he’s gone get it
every rapper got baggage
shocked you can catch static
from a n-gga comfortable mixing the hood with some magic
thats my energy
even opps ain’t the enemy
cuz those n-ggas know
the only foe is white supremacy
take shots gladly
let the 12 pass, we
fighting all these forces
thats the reason mama had me (we sw-ngin’)
[chorus]
a n-gga finna drop hits til a n-gga drop dead
doing my dance
pullin’ up my pants legs, my n-ggas palms itch
ye his family getting fed
ask him what he thinking
and he said
n-gga i’m sw-nging
slowly switchin lanes, lil n-gga (he bangin’)
coming for your chain lil n-gga (they sangin’)
really thats all we know
the heart might grow
but sh-t, its the card we fold (we sw-ngin’)
what the f-ck is fame, lil n-gga (he bangin’)
coming for your chain, lil n-gga (they sangin’)
really that’s all we know
the heart might grow
but sh-t, it’s the cards we fold (we sw-ngin’)

[verse 2]
by popping off in all directions
im trine release aggression
stemming from this one question
how is my n-ggas gone thrive
know you went through the pain
so if you stood in the rain
it’s really ain’t so insane
to be the coldest alive
redisperse what i find
sh-t i might just do it
and bring it back to the tribe
keep all the homies alive
runnings hazardous
maneuvering this labyrinth
bigger than n-ggas imagined it
rap could be my lazarus
pit
aim n-gga, aim for the head
cuz if his thoughts get out first
then you probably dead
i said
aim n-gga, aim n-gga, aim for the head
but if you ain’t got that in you
aim for heart instead
playing
we the strongest, even though they is still shootin’ at me
cop nappy but his ass prolly gone knock out me, gladly
gramma passed down her hair and her fight
i be there on my life
and if i see that n-gga
yeah its on sight
[chorus]
a n-gga finna drop hits til a n-gga drop dead
doing my dance
pullin’ up my pants legs, my n-ggas palms itch
ye his family getting fed
ask him what he thinking
and he said
n-gga i’m sw-nging
he bangin’
they sangin’
we sw-ngin’
he bangin’
they sangin’
we sw-ngin’

- mckinley dixon

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