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universal major gangsta - lil swisha may lyrics

[verse]
wear that blood on my face, yo b*tch wanna f*ck with a gangsta
shawty, bring it over, roll it over like i’m a snake
best time to say thank you, she look back while she throw it back like [?]
don’t you hate when you scream so loud, but they still can’t hear you?
baby, i’m a miracle, look down at my cup like this sh*t spiritual
real deal blood on my fangs still, she wanna f*ck with a gangsta
shoutout allen duggins as they made ya
ballin’ so hard, i should’ve went straight up to the majors
godd*mn, lil may, this major, i’m a real deal rager
i got a glock on my hip that’ll shock you like a tazer
i smile at all my haters, stomp on the gas, i’ll see you later
choke on the gas right now, she’s shaking, godd*mn, girl, you amazing
would you go and throw it back for me and tell mе that you take it
jump on the g6, baby, i said f*ck all of that waiting
let’s go on vacation, i’ll takе you staycation
i didn’t wanna do bad, i can’t believe i made it
look at they face, can’t say sh*t
i can see the [?] blazin’
how’d you know my [?] and say she’s taken
i’m at the mall, ballin’ like i’m lil baby
godd*mn, the way she shake it
the way i throw this money up and they all rake it
can you believe they ain’t wanna go out and make me famous?
that’s the type of sh*t that make me hate sh*t
man, i swear these hoes is basic
i can say, “what up, my n*gga?” still don’t make me racist
the way my partner squeezing that sh*t, i swear it don’t care where your face went
f*ck with us and get a face*lift
my lil’ blood, he don’t take sh*t, he’ll pull up on ya and he take sh*t
hop in the foreign, i go to the money, i’m racing
man, these hoes so boring, i’d rather chase a breeze than chase ’em
tell the teller, “count me up” i’m tryna raid the bank
can’t believe i made it out, i had to make it straight
look at they face, they still can’t believe i went and made a way
look at lil may, he made a play, shine so bright, i scared the hate away
duck, sh*t, i mean, f*ck what a hater say
ballin’ so hard on these broke boys, they just need some gatorade
heard you put that chain on layaway, you and all your f*cking partners gay
pull up, broad day and they run you for your pockets, gang
they pull up like “stop it, man, matter fact, just drop it, man”
pick it up and drop it, bae, i’m so out of sp*ce i feel like rocket, man
beat the beat up, just like rocky, man

- lil swisha may lyrics

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