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letra de sean pablo freestyle - swerzie

[verse 1: swerzie]
i’m sippin’ white claw, but my fit all black
i’m on his head like he got on a ball cap
f-cked on a groupie, nah, no, i won’t call back
hit from the front, i could never want all back
i know you mad cause this b-tch want a rotter
bring her ’round swear that p-ssy get slaughtered
i got some vv’s, his chain made of copper
no helicopter but i bring the chopper
no sean pablo, we cannot converse
you got the hands but you better know this gun worse
swerzie been sick like i visit a dumb nurse
you say you run sh-t hol’ up, re-re-reverse
b-tch give me head [?]
she come my way after that i’m gon’ swerve her
i’ve been out plotting, yeah b-tch, i been observe
rotten my set, ain’t no spot you can reserve

[verse 2: devonte ze]
rotten my city, no spot you can hold
i’m with the rotters, b-tch i’m with the cold
pack wrapped up, this sh-t is sold
big glock .40, it knock off your nose
b-tch is a spy, want to give me some throat
that n-gga a hoe cause he choked
n-ggas ain’t shooting cause n-ggas is cowards
n-ggas ain’t movin’ no work, n-ggas hard
i up a glock on that n-gga skull (that n-gga mad)
i bring a pound, you bring the o’s
all this d-mn ice, n-ggas think i’m from frozen
choppa gon’ cut a n-gga, choppa gon’ fold him
i’ma put a n-gga in a box like a cell
i’ma put a n-gga in a box like a cell
he said he ain’t talkin’ but you know he gon’ tell
n-ggas is p-ssy, n-gga is 12

[verse 3: keadrean]
pig emoji
put the .5 on a n-gga, make him hokey-pokey
get off an addy, turn to a dopey
on god any hoe, they can’t keep sh-t low-key
[?]
he said he want smoke, he must be joking
might as well be a shirt cause we know you folding
and of course i’m geeked up b-tch, that’s how we coping
y’all mixing sh-t up, i’m making potions
stumbling through the sacks in the sluggish motions
y’all with the r gang, we gon’ make a motion
yeah, too many racks, i can’t even hold ’em
give that n-gga a strap, he couldn’t even hold it
[?]
get off of that perc, and then take off my shirt, and then hit that lil’ thot b-tch without the trojan
they f-ck up the gang, we f-ck up the venue
your b-tch came in with you, but ain’t leavin’ with you
i ate the b-tch, she eatin’ d-ck up like crystal
i already bust, but she still continue
n-gga you can’t cop these, they discontinued
put a dot on his head like a f-ckin’ hindu
my life really rotten, you know what i been through
you n-ggas not gang, no, we did not pick you

- swerzie

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