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letra de swiss cheese - stanwill

[intro]
(you’re not making this easy, kyle)
boy

[verse]
you thinkin’ to yourself like, “do she love me? do she love me not?”
f-ckin’ burger
i’m thinkin’ to myself like, “i don’t love her, i just love the top”
call of duty weapons, catch an opp, we might just an op’
b-tches that you chasin’ be the b-tches that we runnin’ through
hundred in this arp, the pendant cost a hundred blues
swarmin’ down his block, a hundred scatties, we just buzzin’ through
they think i’m houdini in this b-tch, i’m turnin’ ones to twos
walk him down in big b’s
fl!ck the fully on the glock and turn him swiss cheese
if money what she want, i’m what a b-tch need
‘member i was brickin’ all my layups, now i swish threes
b-tch, you know i’m on that, but my hoodiе off
barkin’ like a b-tch, i bet we bully dog
fathеr nature, it’s gon’ rain, i let the fully off
pointers in the buffies, your b-tch tryna wipe my boogers off
if my opposition ever pop me, you’ll see piggies fly
brodie droppin’ fours in every cup, you’d think he 55
i’m in walmart like it’s kalahari, i got fifty slides
fl!ckin’ bics, lightin’ tree, but it ain’t christmas, though
your b-tch tryna fornicate ’cause i got christian on
catch an opp and crop his top, i’m tryna hit his dome
she ain’t throwin’ neck, i’m quick to tell a b-tch to hit the door
only mike i’m rockin’ is amiri, thousand-dollar denim
seen he had amiris too, but he can’t put a thousand in it
up the ar with the titties, he think ronda rousey hit him
play with us, we left him lost until they found a n-gga
tellin’ stories in the booth, i think he love cappin’
in all black with stick attached, they think i’m judge mathis
i just hit the set with fifty, left a dub at it
i ain’t scared of gettin’ dirty, i be in that mud active
i’m with the militia, recruitin’ the troops
bro shootin’ at opps, not shootin’ at hoops
spinnin’ down the block, we foolin’ in coupes
brodie sippin’ wock’, a deuce in his juice
i’m lookin’ for opps like, “who can i shoot?”
tryna reach the top, done blew through the roof
wintertime, shoppin’ for goose or a moose
baby shark, catch an opp, make the chop doo-doo-doo-doo
b-tch, dog sh-t militia

- stanwill

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