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swag musik - aiden everett lyrics

[intro]
showin’ up in yo rent
showin’ up in these ricks

[verse 1]
walkin’ in 400—nah, these over a thousand
my fit cost more than your car
even my chain alone, that’s 100 thousand
the hoodie ain’t much, but it’s sentimental to me
juice wrld × vlone, couldn’t get it no more, this friends and family
i was the last one to f*ck her before she od’d—she dead now
she said i was special to her
i’m sorry b*tch, but you ain’t nothin’ to me
i was the last one to f*ck on that hoe
she take it in every hole
(yeah)
in her mouth and in her vag, and up the ass—i’m the puppet master

[hook]
that b*tch an actress
the bullet to my mac*10
the music to my max zen
the mask that covers my past
(yeah)

[verse 2]
she came on the bus—i was the one that banged her, bro
she told me stop outing that out, but i don’t listen to b*tches though
they keep askin’ why i’m makin’ music, if i ain’t makin’ none
i’m makin’ art—and i ain’t gon’ stop because you talkin’ sh*t
when you talk, all i hear are farts
(ouch)
i just be throwin’ the rock out my pouch
this that swag music—this is ours
if i don’t see you with your gang, then i don’t wanna see you after hours
if you ain’t workin’ on your music
b*tch, don’t show up to after hours
me and my bros is blood
yeah, that’s super power
the world is mine—if you locked in, the world could be ours
i do every genre, i do everything
[verse 3]
i been lived life, i f*cked the world, then dipped
i’m on another world, had to leave this one too
forgot to buy her a wedding ring
rappin’s a thing i do on the side
like these b*tches—they just extras
i rap like i’m sad—i swear i’m not depressive
i just be outing out my feelings
this music sh*t relieves me from all this pressure
me and my bros is ball hoggin’ sh*t this year
yeah, b*tch—this our year
and this our swag, and this our drip
only boots: balenci, margiela, uggs, and rick
baby girl, you got a fine body
let me stuff you with my pr*ck
girl, you said you’d do the world for me
i need you to make me money—i don’t wanna work
let’s work this out—our relationship was a lie
i’m just a pimp
i kind of f*ck with you though
come work for me and earn my trust
be my bottom b*tch (model b*tch)
just don’t tell or say a word—cause i’ll know
i got an ear for rats and birds
i don’t let b*tches talk back to me
make ’em clean the toilet with their tongue
you like talkin’ sh*t—so go on, l!ck the t*rd
ima f*ck you so hard
cum in ya guts—friction turn that sh*t to cheese
that b*tch got churned
nothing else can turn her on—except for me
[outro]
that music vid was fire—too bad that sh*t won’t drop
flashing video, viewer discretion
that sh*t gon’ put you in epileptic shock (heh*heh)
(heh*hah)

- aiden everett lyrics

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