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lirik lagu so much swag (suck my dick hoe / ballin like a piston remix) – ingwa

[intro]
yeah, book me hoe
better book me b*tch, with the what?
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i ain’t friends with yachty yet so yes i need a lil clout
got a bad b*tch, she love to holla but don’t never pout
y’all ain’t even ate, thats why y’all got my d*ck up in ya mouth
y’all just love to hate, loo*loo*loo*lookin’ like the f*ckin’ grouch (b*tch i live in a f*ckin’ trash can!)
i’m a pimp, purple suit, my t**th is lookin’ like the count’s
said you chasin’ the bag, b*tch i guess that sh*t ain’t workin’ out
you stay wearin’ rags, the sh*t i’m wearin’ it ain’t even out
yeah i know my sh*t is gas, so i don’t even need to tout
f*ck a gps, b*tch, i’m takin’ a different route (skrt, skrt, skrt)
yeah i know i’m up next, neck gon’ be lookin’ like a water spout
f*ck yo opinion hoe, you don’t know what this sh*t’s about
you got some chapped ass lips, need vaseline, yeah you need some oil badly (nasty)
got a b*tch who spoil me, but she stay callin’ me daddy (yeah)
i don’t want the royce, this time i pulled up in the caddy (what?)
boy talkin’ sh*t, so we pulled up to his addy
so much f*ckin’ swag, these b*tches think i took an addy (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)

[chorus]
so much swag, it ain’t back ’cause it never left
got these b*tches mad, haha hoe, yeah i know you pressed
so much swag, yo b*tch addicted, sendin’ h*lla texts
hit me up hoe, book me b*tch
you know i’m the best!
[verse 2]
i ain’t poppin xans, ’cause in school i was sick of tests (nah)
ain’t know sh*t about my plans, yeah just know it ain’t like the rest
i heard that you ran, stupid, should’ve said that with your chest
you a lil p*wn, i’m the queen, yeah and this a chess game
these motherf*ckers corny, these motherf*ckers lame (yay!)
this rap sh*t is my life, but ima treat it like a game
i do this for the dough, i don’t really care for fame (nah)
no twenties in my denim, b*tch i feel like gucci mane (yeah)
please do not compare b*tch, we really not the same (nah)
i’m a painter, hoe, ima put you in a frame (doot, doot, doot)
these bars is so crazy, yeah i think that i’m insane
please don’t be alarmed, b*tch this sh*t is just not tame
told you i’m a pimp, ima pull up with the cane (with the what?)
listen to this later, it’s gon’ hit you like a train (with the*)
pull up with the mask, yeah, b*tches think i’m bane
beat this beat so bad, yeah, i think that it*

- ingwa

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