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letra de ewww freestyle - swipey

[intro]
ewww ewww
ha
swipeyyy
squad boys (aye aye)
and this another nigga beat by the way, but its murder
aye aye

[verse 1]
let’s play cops and robbers
squad boy shit, you tryna cop we robbing
hit his -ss with the shicka shaka it go blaca blaca eat him up chewbacca (d-mn)
gun louder than wocka flocka, if i catch an oppa he gon need a doctor
and you ain’t gotta ask the doctor you can ask maury i am not the father
i guess the little b-tch just need a father
i’m just tryna fuck i don’t mean to bother
cut a nigga up like the barber
smoking good green i’m not a farmer
smoking dope just like a rasta
nigga run up wrong, turn his face to pasta
have bro go crack his lobster, cuz his shit’s dreaded up like max from shottas
like a suit and tie, i’m too proper
i’m the best that ever did it, i’m 2pac big papa (aye)
squad boyz we the new show-stoppers
pull up so d-mn fly think the feds want to rob us
testing me tell em watch yo wonkers
pull up in three black trucks; who is that, obama?
wrap him up and take him down to the harbor
we gon’ toss him in the water like that boy osama
long neck i’ve been toting a llama
i could never be a zero unless you add 3 commas
pussy boy don’t want no drama
want the money, money, money; mr. crabs with the dollas (bands)
big swipe i get more neck than a collar
make your main thing holla’ in the back of a honda (d-mn)
running plays, i feel like aaron rodgers
two twin b-tches with me they like “go on rodger” (no)
want your b-tch back try a little harder
boy i beat the pussy up like i play for the dodgers
come here tryna rob a robber
you’ll be sorry for the wait like dwayne carter
fish scale flow, hold the tarter
muddy cup full of aunt jemima
lean lean fucking up my pasta
swear to god before i die i pray i fuck rihanna
so tell riri that i’m a rude boy, i’m a fool boy, tote the tool boy
pocket full of paper, i feel like a school boy
i’m a jerk, i feel like a new boy
make it rain, better watch the news boy
when i’m at school they treat me like the new boy
tryna steal my swag i’ma have to sue boy
i’m bl–dy red, you a blues clues boy (blood)
you a fruit boy, without the loop boy
you a pussy in the hat, you a doctor suess boy
sick of b-tches think i need some soup boy
you say you balling, but where’s your hoop boy?
run ’em down, be like ‘where the loot boy’?
i get jammed up, i’m a out like hoop boy
cars, and trucks, and bikes, and coupes boy
if she don’t fuck, she get the boot boy
you get the boot, like stomp the yard girl
now she geeked she want to be a squad girl
squad boyz welcome to the squad world
fuck the opps this could never be yall world
we the south side, yall more upper marlboro
if you ain’t from here you can’t come here
we so smart but act so dumb here
12-year-olds be toting drums here
dirty swipe b-tch i don’t know nada
fendi, louis, gucci, prada
feed her d-ck got her calling me dada
i still don’t call her baby cuz’ i’m no father
in the back seat smoking on ganja
call you son, cuz’ i’m fucking your mama
call you nephew, like i’m fucking your auntie
grant her wish like cosma wanda (you little b-tch)
k!ll a nigga i would do the honor
like, fuck the judge and fuck your honor
niggas hot like they live in a sauna
remixing shit like dj drama
beat the pot ’till it turn to a honda
snake me out i come back like karma
no more “lujah” just a whole bunch of holla
i’m nothing like the rest, we got nothing in common (no)

- swipey

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