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pink dust - lil swisha may lyrics

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[intro]
push up on lil swisha, man, them boys wasn’t on sh*t
two*hundred*dollar tee, i could spend it, wasn’t sh*t
pushups in the lobby, man, i been waiting for this sh*t
lemme put it on ya, give you somewhere to sit

[verse 1]
two guns on me shawty, i feel like john wick
man that ass too d*mn fat, hoe, you know that you can’t fit
say your daughter four years old, i’ma buy lil’ homie a benz
i’m a f*cking soldier, they can’t see off through the tint
man, it is what it is, i’ma sw*ng through the fence
better pray to god that you didn’t make that list
standing on all ten and i’m sipping on that thizz’
i ain’t sipping tris, i been thinking ’bout actavis
these bums so high off perky’, man, they can’t even see they kids
aye, that sh*t f*cked up, i’m screaming “it is what it is”

[hook]
man, i stripe a wig like i’m wiz
smoking on that kk, boy, i’m high than a b*tch
wings on my jeans, boy, i’m fly than a b*tch
push ’em to the sidе, i’ma fye’ for this sh*t
rack it, let it slide, i’ma diе for this sh*t
put one in his eye, why would i lie about this sh*t?
she still think she mine and she still sigh about that sh*t
baby, i wanna see you, but i ain’t sorry about that sh*t
[verse 2]
so many d*mn hoes, i think i need maury in this b*tch
watch how you sw*ng that whip, i got a warrant in this b*tch
man, the way i’m feeling
you could line me up with jordan and i’m still scoring in this b*tch
watch me put it down, water pouring on my wrist
man, these boys some hoes, do the most in this b*tch
and i’m moving like a ghost, don’t record me in this b*tch
and they praying that i miss, but they afraid to send a diss
’cause i really step on sh*t when it come to rapping or really hitting bricks
i’m screaming out “it is what it is”

[hook]
man, i stripe a wig like i’m wiz
smoking on that kk, boy, i’m high than a b*tch
wings on my jeans, boy, i’m fly than a b*tch
push ’em to the side, i’ma fye’ for this sh*t
rack it, let it slide, i’ma die for this sh*t
put one in his eye, why would i lie about this sh*t?
she still think she mine and she still sigh about that sh*t
baby, i wanna see you, but i ain’t sorry about that sh*t

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