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letra de arcade fire - phantom swami

[verse 1: phantom swami]
ima sick boi wit it need a flu shot sniper
freshman no class you won’t see me cypher
cash on me but i just hit a l!ck swiper
see a baddie f-ck but i ain’t gonna wife her
keep her round for a week tho
hoes stay steady fiendin fo the free smoke
stay steady flexin big hitta like machoke
if she got the chi chis then ya know i give her pole
fill her ho ho if it wack pass it to my bro
she dime b-tch tho you know i throw her bone
ass stupid thicc d-mn just lost a chromosome
wrappin raw nugs put my nutz in her cone

[verse 2]
dragonb-lls on her face she see money and rake
im snickers she wanna taste,so wet im diving in lakе
i open her holy gates, f-ck first night or too latе , ass stacked its a cake
taste the best no debate
swami on the track wit a blade and a sai
all about my buisness i ain’t wearin no tie
bacon these verses, just go hop in the sty
and if your hatin fo sho youll get cooked with the swine

[verse 3]
on that g6 feeling d-mn so fly
and i hit it from the morning to the night time
then we drip so we trip,then we snort a line
have a bit walking dead like clementine
if you ain’t real wit it get the f-ck up out my face
if you see your bit laughin wit me know its too late
if she feelin on swami that bit gonna get blazed
she up in my room convulsing d-mn she tazed
yall n-ggas can’t be me so stinkmena you hate
i would lynch some of you n-ggas white hood triple k
hang up on your b-tch she just called and to say hey
b-tch cryin a baby gotta throw her ass to daycay
yo b-tch five below so she gotta go
she ain’t worth five throw her to dollar store
chun li ass an she blow like hadokuken
steady b-ttoned down but my shirt stay open

[verse 4]
tight shorts on me so they call me game token
b-tch inhale my d-ck like the bong that she smoking
took it to the throat so you she gon be chokin
gotta bunny sniffin too gotta get her coke in
equal opportunist she and she can get it too
on my monkey business sh-t i always got abu
got money all around me run it up with the crew
swami started spitting fire and they told me hit the stu
now im out here ballin like im melo lil snupe (rip)
im sly hit a l!ck take yo b-tch pull up in a coup
used to hate the kid cause he rocked the didas shoes
took a tab now these bars spicy ratatouille soup

[verse 5]
i dont f-ck with ice on my wrist im anemic
instead come with heat constant blazin ima phoenix
resurrect gotta l-st for life yeah im fiendin
you know a sundress sundrop when they see me
ya can’t cop my drip nah this ain’t it chief
you dont want no smoke keef
we dont tacobout nothing you ain’t want no beef
yo b-tch smile crest white cause i skeet on her t–th!
{verse 6]
top dogs suck b-tches t–t, she raptor eat my meat, run these checks up like cleats
feel no love this ain’t sheetz, pop a xan then feel neat, rip lil peep, b-tch a rat stay around to take a bite of ya cheese, -below a dime i get the top then i leave, ya ain’t bout the freak sh-t you just a tease,on the road to success i got the keys, i dont gotta stress cause i got the st–z yuh!

[verse 7]
one thot two thot recycle pull a new thot
love to see her ass drop , fresh dreads i gotta cop
you sweet candy gotta rock,twist her then i gotta bop
paint her back like doodlebob, so sick need a hospital
no carebear i take it all, mj living off the wall
breaking bad call me saul, a prodigy i never fall
for real tho talents what you n-ggas lack, once i hop off god just left the chat

[outro: 0versou1]
as the pages turn and the book finally closes
this becomes the end of a saga at least for now
theres more to come but in that time that everything evolves around you
you evolve, you transform and the power you’ve been given
has mutated

- phantom swami

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