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letra de swing it - vonoff1700, maf teeski & nolimit faro

[intro: vonoff1700]
hold on, okay, for real
free my hood, n-gga, f-ck your hood, n-gga
i’m still on the ave where it’s all good, n-gga
tell the opps post they side, we gon’ pull up and k!ll all they ass
okay, n-gga (for real, for real)

[verse 1: vonoff1700]
hold on, slow this b-tch down, unlock my door, i’m finna swing this b-tch (i’m finna bounce on him)
dude ass died eatin’ chips comin’ out of the store, i know you seen that sh-t (his b-tch ass)
i was chasin’ him down, bullets was hittin’ his body, the n-gga was sayin’ he quit (the n-gga said, “i quit,” sh-t)
tryna jump in the streets and you don’t know sh-t ’bout the beef, your ass gon’ die too quick (you dumbass)
put the ten m down, had to go pick up my nine, that b-tch got too much kick (for real)
just money on clothes, should’ve went and bought him a gun, his dumb ass died in ricks
your dumb ass was likin’ his picture, now you gotta get it, you put yourself in the mix (you dumbass)
just got a lo’ on the opps, call up faro, we finna pick up sl!ck (i’m finna go get ‘еm)
b-tch, i got my name from robbin’ n-ggas and shootin’ this b-tch ’til it cl!ck (for real, go ask)
got a switch on the back, put mе a grip on the front, so i’m holdin’ this b-tch when it glitch (so i’m shootin’ this b-tch when it glitch, brrt)
if we like it, we take it, please don’t come ’round fakin’, talkin’ to sn-tch your kit (okay)
don’t be ridin’ ’round with your b-tch or your kids, we k!llin’ whoever you with (for real)
this how it go, big opp, slow this b-tch down, i’m finna swing my door (alright)
sl!ck bounce out on left, i bounce out on the right, his dumb ass think he low (come on, come on, alright, go)
sl!ck so thirsty to shoot, slow the f-ck down, i’m tryna get up close (slow down, for real, alright)
he ain’t see it comin’, me and sl!ck ran up dumpin’, we left his sh-t on the floor (brrt, dumbass)

[verse 2: nolimit faro]
swing my door
when shots get fired, everybody get low
bail out the v, i’ma chase somethin’ down, n-ggas duckin’ and divin’ all over the floor
let me know if it’s smoke ’cause we blow that the most
we k!llin’ our opps and we f-ckin’ they hoes
twenty years old, but i’m somethin’ like a vet, i been catchin’ hats, but i want me some more
got a drop on a n-gga, finna pick up von
we chasin’ sh-t down, lil’ n-gga, don’t run
he caught a face shot when he stepped out the door, but he couldn’t shoot back ’cause he didn’t have his gun
roll up the opps, put them in the pack, i see ’em and k!ll ’em, i do it for fun
big opp this and big opp that, they say they gon’ k!ll me, they not on a crumb
i had a drac’ and sl!ck had a switch, we shot his ass up from his face to his arm
von bailed out with an arp and finished him off, so i knew he was done
von, swing that door, sl!ck, swing that door, i’ma swing my door, we gon’ bail out blowin’
i f-cked his ho, sl!ck f-cked his ho, von f-cked his ho, that lil’ b-tch goin’
[verse 3: maf teeski]
yeah, when we pull up, we don’t shoot out cars, we swingin’ doors (swingin’ doors)
b-tch, what i tote up on my side’ll turn you to a ghost (you know that)
i know why these n-ggas mad, ’cause big scoom poppin’ sh-t the most (poppin’)
no, we can’t chill, whenever we get done f-ckin’, b-tch, you gotta go (b-tch, you gotta go)
yeah, you want smoke, then blow (blow)
big 4k, them n-ggas hoes (n-ggas hoes)
hit they sh-t with a b-tton, you heard that, “brrt,” soon as i swung my door (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
we up in this, fin-fin, gloves, and mask, he scared to drop the lo’ (gloves and mask)
we can donate money and guns (you know that) to all my opps ’cause they ass poor (they ass broke)
nah, i don’t too much play with n-ggas, i’ll get on your ass for crackin’ a joke (for crackin’ a joke, n-gga)
you know i got big opp on my side with a b-tton and drac’, n-gga, watch your approach (b-tton and drac’, watch your approach)
yeah, yeah, you can catch a shot (you can catch a shot)
two, three glocks, ain’t no more parole, i’m slidin’ with my jocks (you know that)
i’m with von, if i tell him to, he gon’ put you in a box (box ’em)
swing that door, i’m steady tryna, but whole time, my sh-t was locked (f-ck)
swing that door, the first n-gga that got out blowin’, it was big opp (bop)
i love choppers, every time you let off the drac’, you see a spark (grrah)

- vonoff1700 maf teeski nolimit faro

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