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letra de swi$h chevy - scales

[hook]
mane wrist heavy with the work
lane switch chevy in the dirt
i got carpal tunnel i’m a jerk, this
losing scratch ticket
turn to winning, know it hurts
ever since i started spittin’
yeah i knew that i was cursed
cause what i scribe acidic
i been with it since the birth
doo doo doo doo
in yo b-tches face
i send her soul to church
couldn’t handle on this devil
heat the kettle watch it twerk

[verse 1]
scales, you could tell this from the skin
risen out the mothaf-ckin’ ashes
lets begin
y’all just chill with b-tches thinkin’ y’all are just some friends
cause ye ain’t know about the love
or them diseases that i spread
boy the sickening infection
and obsessions has been fed
all these mothaf-ckas’ actin
in a role to get some bread
i ain’t packing in this polar
i said holdup y’all the feds
i ain’t chillin’ with yo b-tch
yea i be with ya mom instead
cause ya momma got a lot of commas
often she be spread
i ain’t even wanna hit it
but like sh-t i did
f-ck it, yeah
i’m a have to dump it
package up in public
catch me swerving in the dirt
while sipping on the muddy

[pre-hook]
s to the c-a-l-e-s
yeah i heard from yo thot
that you got weak s-x
thought i was that i’m gon’ f-ck her
i just got free neck

[hook]
then i came wrist heavy with the work
lane switch chevy in the dirt
i got carpal tunnel i’m a jerk, this
losing scratch ticket
turn to winning, know it hurts
ever since i started spittin’
yeah i knew that i was cursed
cause what i scribe acidic
i been with it since the birth
doo doo doo doo
in yo b-tches face
i send her soul to church
couldn’t handle on this devil
heat the kettle, watch it twerk

[verse 2]
satan coming calling when i answer in the cell
flesh been f-cking sparkin’ when i dance her down to h-ll
text my 2nd phone
cause i be talking to myself
i guess the operators busy
boy he need some f-ckin’ help
problems?
i f-ckin’ got em
i can’t ever f-ckin’ solve em
the f-ck i’m playing these drake songs for?
she want me to use a condom
d-ckin down a evil temptress
f-ck a friendship i ain’t bothered
i don’t give a mothaf-ck if that ho’
got her p-ssy poppin’
in the back, in the corner
giving you a bag of awesome
so, you can try to f-ck that hoe
and maybe have a daughter
all i like is bullets brain splatter
after 4, our fathers
boy my organized religion
is an orgy with some slaughter

[pre-hook]
yeah it’s scales
on the mic
what the f-ck?
klondike bars
that i ate from the f-cking store
then i’m about to get a lot of f-cking weed yeah huh

- scales

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