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letra de tmt freestyle - swaygo3

[verse 1: 5b]
i’m with the gang, we gone pop out
heavy stepping with them chops out
n-ggas scoring like mutombo, shut the block down
(shut it down)
n-ggas said that 5 was dissing, how do that sound?
you sent the b-tch up on the mission, getting blocked out
finna rock out
shout out, db, boy, i’m clocked out
off this wood, fit busting when i hop out
50 blues in my pocket, a couple of knockouts
don’t take no losses, reach for it, get socked out

[verse 2: swaygo3]
swag, legit
same n-gga, with, without the clique
this 11-fit, think i’m sick, man, i step with it
brodie called, i missed the bip, but he hit the l!ck
ain’t tripping, b-tch
i think a fish is floating in this drip
wanda grip
i keep it pink just like a p-ssy lip
if you ain’t sliding, why the f-ck you got your pistol then?
window tint, presidential when i’m in the whip
i’ma stay grinding, louis bag full of dope in it
[verse 3: 30boyant]
we never foreigners, but we like foreigns when we come and clean
dope boys, ridin’ around, we hot like 300 degrees
the reason why you broke is you ain’t never worried about no cheese
you can’t live your life because you put “k” after you said the 3
bounce out, blast a tinted whip and have a blessed day
reconstruct the plans, we run it back to make the best play
shout out to my brothers because they keep it lit, this team sh-t
that bounce out on a n-gga, chase ’em down and clear the scene sh-t

[verse 4: 5b]
b-tch, i’m a thot, get me lit, if the bag right
i sag these jeans, you see the designer tag, right?
got floor seats at the garden, d-mn near tapped spike
i’m pressing sh-t like security, d-mn near top flight
and in my section, bunch a shiners
we just might blind ya
cosmo in the booth
y’all heard, bro got wanda
waldo, if we catch you, boy, they will not find you
feeling like remble, these rock walls that i’m climbing

[verse 5: swaygo3]
roll it up, she hit it once and straight to the left
tank davis, undefeated, ain’t needing no help
i’m bout a bag, need a feature, the fee is yaself
from the trenches, white tee and designer for belt
i shine the light, white nike’s with the waves dippin’
greedy n-gga, hit the bottle and the pain different
you put it on, rock the jersey, ain’t no game switchin’
no interruptions while we talking, boy, this gang business
[verse 6: 30boyant]
stuff a three-five in the wood or do a 3-oh for the 30
break a perky-o in half to feel it faster in a hurry
heard it through the grapevine, some of these n-ggas want to murder me
these n-ggas, they just mad ’cause my brother torched your bro in third degree
sucka n-ggas, envy me
sucka n-ggas, envy 3
boy, you can’t be mad because we figured out the chemistry
don’t know what i mean because you stuck, can’t see the bigger scene
the money team, we need all the trophies, awards and the rings

- swaygo3

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