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letra de jeff myler - violent swami

[verse 1: violent swami]
it’s that n-gga you hear stories bout”round the camp fire
with a couple b-tches down to swallow when the lead fire
call my d-ck the swat team when i hit her with the bullets
now she got the cuffs around her wrist like she caught for cookin’
whippin’ white like i’m bob ross
paint a vivid picture of ya b-tch
on the corner slangin’ p-ssy to them n-ggas for the kids
coming for you f-ck n-ggas tryna rep the veg
best motherf-cker
when i said that
i meant it
(let me see something)

[verse 2: violent swami]
one phone call
i’ll have you swimming in the river banks
call me jeff myller
ill n-gga like the ebola break
got love (for y’all)
but i’m just here to k!ll you n-ggas
even if that means having legends fall up on my hit list
best inside my city
can you show me better?
nah n-gga stop that
i ain’t even tryna hear it
n-ggas ain’t up on my level
never will
never have
been the best
(been the best)
since it was plastic wrap around my sandwiches
in the sandbox kicking sand like i was throwing fits
now and then i tell a b-tch to kick it like she kicking rocks
get the f-ck up out my face if you ain’t flipping 5ths and rocks
(with ciroc, pour that sh-t up)

[verse 3: violent swami]
catch me at the palace where they toasting’ four lokos
in the back tied between splitting wh0r-s with these four locals
she said she ‘never had a foreign’
b-tch i’m more global then you knowing
so it’s back to ya crib for some p-rn photos
stay secluded
like a n-gga in the cut or somthin’
ridin’ dirty in the whip like it was stole or somethin’
yeah my b-tch a cracker but she got the apple bottom in them jeans
in between
when i slide it in she holler
face-to-face
like she was face timing
and she still signing
she got the kids on her
diamond in the rough like a baby after prom night
(oh d-mn, you can’t say that. you’re gonna offend somebody)

[verse 4: violent swami]
sorry momma
ya lil boy been growin’ up
i been f-cking b-tches but was never in for going rough
i know it’s hard for you to think about the path i’m going down
and maybe i should turn around…
but the sh-t i’m smoking got me higher than the atmosphere
and i a-po-lo-gize for promises i’ll make this year
i hope i make it up
after a couple years up on my own
and i hope i don’t get caught inside some sh-t outside my home
hope you never forget that i’ll still be that n-gga
even when i lack chips
and i’m a force
like it’s one to be reckoned with
but then a force that n-ggas not messin’ with

- violent swami

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