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letra de gleechie - swipey & romilli

[hook: swipey]
im smoking this weed and im sipping this lean got me feeling like gleech, i ran outta weed and i ran outta lean can i have some more please, a b-tch is a dog and im d-gg-ng these b-tches yo b-tch off the leash, she clappin and shaking and twerking she twerk with her hands on her knees(x2)

[verse 1: swipey]
im smoking this weed i feel like yung gleech when im high off these trees, i took dirty dew just like oochie im leanin i feel like im schweet, your b-tch all up on me she dont even know me your b-tch is a creep, these b-tches got p-ss-es and n-gg-s is p-ss-es and both of em bleed, i call up my squad boyz i bet you they pull up with 30s and jeeps, they heard that i hang with them birdies them birdies they don’t make a peep, your birdies they making them sounds and thats cuz you talking through tweets, your b-tch got a -ss like ms. parker she bent over i took a peep, my plug was calling my phone i couldn’t pick up i was sleep, and i was jus sipping some lean i had dreams about counting them sheep, but then i woke up and start counting this money my sh-t was like beep, then i point out all of them dummies and look like goddam it was deep, got head from a teacher a college degree so her head is on geek, these n-gg-s is rats and i know that they rats cuz i know they gon squeak, i flex just like the emoji these n-gg-s must know i ain’t weak, i swipe yo b-tch and return her i only need her for a week

[verse 2: romilli]
yung n-gg- get bandz and im counting this cash and im drinking on lean, if you purp on my man and the glock in my hand you get smoked like some weed, and i took yo main hoe took her the bando made her get on her knees, drinking act make me sleep, got me feeling like gleech, i keep 30 on me i got shooters round me shooters they on repeat, trouble squad we the gang we a squad we a team our team ball like the heat, we want money f-ck fame put the glock to his brain screaming give up the cheese, my gun must be sick trigger finger keep itching cuz it gotta sneeze, i pull up in foreigns i hop out the adui i flex with yo b-tch, yung n-gg- just tryna get rich im bout my money like mitch, and i turn up the party yo b-tch she off molly she tryna geech, im moving so slow turn so turnt off the lean goddam i can’t see, hollow tips make you bleed, shipping work over seas, i be posted round the yo all my n-gg-s smoke dope and all my n-gg-s sip lean, and you know i keep the strap if a n-gg- try to flex i got that 40 with beam, i make that work touch down tom brady ea b-tch im in the game

- swipey romilli

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