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letra de gucci rotten - swerzie

[intro: zotiyac & swerzie]
it’s that 423 community house sh-t
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
it’s swerzie and sh-t (yuh)
f-ck yo verse n-gga, you don’t need that sh-t (run it)

[verse 1: swerzie]
b-tch, you better pay me for that feature
i ain’t friends with none you rappers
i need money and a beamer
i might cheat her, whip a tesla for a minute (if it’s cleaner)
i don’t like to have no new friends, so this year i’m gettin’ meaner (aye)
look at the ice (aye)
look at the price (aye)
i’m f-ckin a check [?] (aye)
i’m rollin’ the dice (aye)
the price of my life
you better go duck (aye)
my team give no f-cks (aye)
you talk we go dumb
it’s the sound of that drum (aye)
when we gon’ pull up (aye)
in rotten we trust (b-tch)

[verse 2: swerzie]
i’m not f-ckin’ with you if you talk to me
i’ll have you face me and my backhand
if you try k!ll me i’m chasin’ your -sses like ghosts like you playin’ in pac-man
i don’t like friends, i just like money and beamers the size of a fatman
if you want problems i’ll call uzi rotten then we gonna get to attackin’

[verse 3: swerzie]
i need some money to talk
i wash you out like you chalk
b-tch i’m gonna come leave my mark
you on the wave like a ark
i’ll drop your sh-t from afar
enemies not gettin’ far
y’all just be rappin’ to rap
but i’ll f-ckin’ die for the art
i rap so i don’t go starve
so do not go actin’ too funny with me, you a mark

[verse 4: swerzie]
guns point at your noggin if you talk on rotten
if we don’t talk profit, i’mma tell her stop it
b-tches they be plottin’ to put me in coffins
so i tote the glock and anywhere i pop it
b-tch my team so icy, call me gucci rotten
she ain’t really want me til’ she see me poppin’
i don’t f-ck with b-tches comin’ at my pockets
i’mma k!ll the racket, rest in peace they [?]

[verse 5: zotiyac]
lil’ b-tch i’m so icy they put me in rotten
runnin’ the lobby, i robbin’ your b-tch she wan’ top me, she finna come put out my bottoms
smokin’ that gas got me coughin’, this leaf make ’em fall from a tree like it’s autumn
got a coach right off ’em
i be ballin’ off it
i don’t hold no wallet, put it in my pocket, ball it
get wet when i walk in, she identify as faucet
boy your hoe a flipper [?] i’m [?] call her dolphin
we flip that b-tch all summer, your lil’ shorty somersaulting

- swerzie

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