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lirik lagu 1000 – swerzie

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[intro]
aye, look look
look look
aye, look look

[chorus: swerzie]
walk in the building, a thousand my fit
walk in the building a thousand my fit
walk in the building, a thousand my fit
these rappers p*ssy, they don’t want a fit
talkin’ on rotten, you bout to get hit
talkin’ on rotten, your throat gettin’ slit
on top of the building, yeah i know they mad
three thousand dollars i spent on a bag. uh
i get my check and ball, you gettin’ mad
switched up on me now you wanna come back

[verse 1: swerzie]
she got a purse and you know i got racks, yeah
you want a verse, you best know that i’m taxin’
back in, swerzie f*cked that b*tch, i just blew her back in
i need to back out
labels, they calling, they tryin’ get my checks out
i do not talk until they bring the racks out
you rappers cappin’, i’m here to bring the facts out
diamonds they freezin’, yeah these b*tches lackin’
you try to rob me, but i caught him lackin’
rotten my gang, yeah i’m gone, they attacking
not talkin’ vacay when i say i’m packin
i got the strap and that b*tch automatic
run up on me and the scene gettin’ tragic
your b*tch saw me and she gone like some magic
i’m at the top like the muhf*cking attic

[chorus; swerzie]
walk in the building, a thousand my fit
walk in the building a thousand my fit
walk in the building, a thousand my fit
these rappers p*ssy, they don’t want a fit
talkin’ on rotten, you bout to get hit
talkin’ on rotten, your throat gettin’ slit
on top of the building, yeah i know they mad
three thousand dollars i spent on a bag, uh (let’s go, let’s go)
i get my check and ball, you gettin’ mad (let’s go, let’s go)
switched up on me now you wanna come back

[verse 2: keadrean]
h*lla swag
i come in that b*tch high off of a tab
cut the cr*p
f*ck [?] and not even a tag
i’m punching the gas
i pull the b*tch out but it start running fast
i came with the pack (rotter)
i swear that the [?]
[?]

[chorus: swerzie]
walk in the building, a thousand my fit
walk in the building a thousand my fit
walk in the building, a thousand my fit
these rappers p*ssy, they don’t want a fit
talkin’ on rotten, you bout to get hit
talkin’ on rotten, your throat gettin’ slit
on top of the building, yeah i know they mad
three thousand dollars i spent on a bag. uh
i get my check and ball, you gettin’ mad
switched up on me now you wanna come back