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swag ballhog - pinkblxxd lyrics

[intro]
i feel like picasso, i nut in the dimp’
i feel like i’m ross, cuz i paint then i dip (it’s not blood, i swear)
b*tch, this draco it came with a clip
and a whole lot of bullets, b*tch, you better be quick (it’s not blood, i s–)
b*tch, extended check up on the trues
lil b*tch, i’m not crippin’ i don’t got a clue (it’s not blood, i swear)
b*tch, i’m off of the shrooms, i’m wearing the blue
diss ass, he went the news (it’s not blood, i swear) (i hate summer)

[bridge]
i hate summer (swag cartel)
yeah, i could go for some blood (swag cartel)
(swag cartel)

[verse 1]
ay, yuh (it’s not blood, i swear)
takin’ yo’ sh*t then i’m hoggin’ the ball
with a hook to his face, man, i’m takin’ jaw (it’s not blood, i swear)
crushin’ the oxy, i put in my blunt
and then crossin’ my eyes and i’m feelin’ like kars
b*tches be hurtin’ me, get off my b*lls
and they blowin’ my phone, got them ringin’ like saw
and they blowin’ my phone while i’m hittin’ a l!ck
and i’m downing the dawn and it got me real sick
i got me a b*tch and she holdin’ my bl!ck
i gave her the titty, she dumb on the d*ck
found out she was cheatin’, i bet on that sh*t
raped down on his ass, he left with a limp
i feel like picasso, i nut in the dimp’
i feel like i’m rosco, i paint then i dip (it’s not blood, i swear)
b*tch, this draco it came with a clip
and a whole lot of bullets, b*tch, you better be quick (it’s not blood, i s–)
b*tch, extended check up on the trues
lil b*tch, i’m not crippin’ i don’t got a clue (it’s not blood, i swear)
b*tch, i’m off of the shrooms, i’m wearing the blue
diss ass, he went the news (it’s not blood, i s–)
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout yo’ crew, go tie you a noose
i’m cryin’ i got jimmy choo’s
n*gga, we just like the n*z*’s, not f*ckin’ with jews
don’t worry, i act like a fool
[chorus]
ay, yuh (oh, h*ll no)
takin’ yo’ sh*t then i’m hoggin’ the ball
with a hook to his face, man, i’m takin’ jaw
crushin’ the oxy, i put in my blunt
and then crossin’ my eyes and i’m feelin’ like kars
b*tches be hurtin’ me, get off my b*lls
and they blowin’ my phone, got them ringin’ like saw
and they blowin’ my phone while i’m hittin’ a l!ck
and i’m downing the dawn and it got me real sick
i got me a b*tch and she holdin’ my bl!ck
i gave her the titty, she dumb on the d*ck
found out she was cheatin’, i bet on that sh*t
raped down on his ass, he left with a limp
i feel like picasso, i nut in the dimp’
i feel like i’m ross, cuz i paint then i dip (it’s not blood, i swear)
b*tch, this draco it came with a clip
and a whole lot of bullets, b*tch, you better be quick

[outro]
swag cartel, from the block, to your speakers, b*tch
yall n*ggas didn’t start sh*t, n*gga (raews i,)
the f*ck?
like bro, n*ggas was… bro (nothing) (raews i, doolb ton)
for one n*ggas can’t jerk (nothing) (raews i, doolb ton)
for two, n*ggas wasn’t jerkin’ when n*ggas was jerkin’ (raews i, doolb ton) (nothing)
for three, man, yall was in new york, n*gga yall was enlightened when we was jerkin’, yall (raews*raews i,)

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