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letra de steady bag chasin' - swouly

whip go zoom, make her dirt then sweep like broom
gas him up, yeah touch the moon
rip, yeah, gone too soon
she do 2 hands like it’s new, know some guys, i know some goons
it get scary in that room, going up, yeah, get in tune
like the way she throw it back, like the way she make it clap
there him, run up, he get whacked
bro on gas, yeah, he on wax
f-ck up banks, shoebox got racks
shoot you with drac’s, shoot you with macs, hit his face, brains on lap
moving different but gang intact
pillow talk, yeah, what he say?
call up bl!ck, yeah, make him lay
gotta let me shoot like klay
steady dripped, yeah, everyday
met a bad b-tch, her name kay
she ain’t goin’, she love to play
so i hit her friend today, she got the free, i’m on the way
flags on tags, yeah, purple the pants
y’all know haj the one that dance
pop a addy, can’t take no xans
you get money, break bread with your mans
i’m getting cake, i’m getting ice, we all presi, ain’t no vice
my bad, i’m too nice, y-3 shirt, yeah, 3 shots
yeah, told shawty let’s make this quick, pass to gang, yeah, no assist
yeah, she tripped, she tryna get kiss
real deal diamonds, don’t f-ck with p-ss, icy man don’t f-ck with gold
walking with cash, like 10 bricks sold
he a b-tch i know he told
even in the summer, my neck get cold
n-gga i’m dripped, you already know, f-ck your b-tch then pour a 4
sbc, we getting that dough, yeah, 3 strikes, yeah, tic tac toe
hit his jaw, he on the floor, yeah, he mad bro hit his hoe
know bout us, we up the score, call up lefty, he on go
’cause my thing, this sh-t unique
had to bag her up ’cause she a lil’ freak
had to bag her up ’cause the b-tch on fleek
yeah, she bad, but i can’t keep
these hoes scheming, yeah, i peeped
swifty rolling, that sh-t reek
wrist patek, huh, philippe
shooter in the cut so please don’t creep
money come in, like jeff, it flip
who did that n-gga say running this strip?
n-gga a b-tch, n-gga a snitch, whole time n-ggas ain’t got no sticks, on god
n-ggas pushed up to the godd-mn spot, don’t make it, how we in this spot
yeah, bro working the pot, and pieces hitting, this sh-t don’t stop
huh, yeah, we trend to top, i walk in saks, i want, i cop
yeah, she blocked my shot, but now i’m lit, she want my c-ck
all i know is guap, man f-ck that love, my heart on lock
audemar times, my clock, yeah, pushing 5 whips, we used to walk

- swouly

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