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swift jitt - not taylor - swift jitt lyrics

[intro]
ain’t no n*gga f*ckin’ with me
n*gga, on my momma, n*gga—ayy!
klay thompson! ayy!
ayy!
n*gga!

[verse 1]
i can’t tell no lie, this sh*t blow my mind
how the f*ck everything be so fake?
been through h*ll and back, but in the end, b*tch, i’m great
take a lot that make me mad, they ask me why—’cause i’m paid
i ain’t dealin’ with that drama, leave that for the ladies
only smoke top shelf, i love my sh*t with flavor
only slide with my brother, my lil’ boo or my baser
b*tch had good p*ssy, i ain’t have no choice but taste her
put a pound on his head, my young n*ggas come and face him
i’m done wearin’ air forces, i been lookin’ for some bapestas

[verse 2]
i’m tired of buyin’ turkеy bags, i’m tryna invest in some acres
runnin’ up on swift, thе fastest way to meet your maker
run me up a hundred, put my slim b*tch on the table
i ain’t hungry for money, i already turned down the label
n*ggas broke as f*ck, but lil’ swift, that n*gga stable
when i say swift, i mean klay, not taylor
[verse 3]
n*ggas just be cap, i really trapped off the curb, n*gga
really got clientele, i don’t gotta serve n*ggas
havin’ sh*t for real, i don’t care about what you heard, n*gga
if it’s up, it ain’t no insta beef, i really hurt n*ggas
n*ggas be b*tches, i only hang with head*first n*ggas
n*gga play with swift, now he feelin’ like he cursed, n*gga
committed to the trap, i move these bags with a urge, n*gga
feel like a seven*figure n*gga whenever i’m with bird, n*gga
i talk to god, but i don’t go to church, n*gga
i’m still waitin’ on the day they let us purge, n*gga

[verse 4]
i had a l!ck for a brick, but i was short three zips
i had no choice but to serve my cracka larry bird, n*gga
had to back the beamer in, my vision blurred, n*gga
i ain’t drunk, p*ssy b*tch, i’m on syrup, n*gga
i almost slapped my lil’ b*tch because she ’bout spilled my sh*t
then i f*cked around and spilled it on my shirt, n*gga

[bridge]
ayy, if you come around me, n*gga, yeah, you better take notes
swear to god, n*gga, i’m the goat
if i’m ever wanted across the whole f*ckin’ country
on my momma, i’ma sail away in a f*ckin’ boat
ayy, i’m dead serious, n*gga, this is not no joke
[verse 5]
i could d*mn near do everything except go broke
d*mn, this sh*t so f*ckin’ crazy, these n*ggas so lazy
i know grown n*ggas trappin’ out a o, n*gga
on the rods in my division, they love how i’m livin’
but they don’t know what it took to get it
ever since a lil’ kid, i said i gotta be rich
and on my momma, i motherf*ckin’ meant it
n*gga, anything i want, i’ma get it

[verse 6]
me and bino pull up back*to*back in beamers
these is not no benzes
hold up, n*gga, can’t forget to mention
these our cars, we don’t gotta take ’em back—’cause they ain’t rented
where them n*ggas at from the pandemic?
them bad b*tches that they had and them racks—they f*ckin’ missin’
non*hustlin’ n*ggas, keep your distance
real trap n*ggas—in the end, they gon’ always come out winnin’

[outro]
ayy, really standin’ on that business
swift kept grindin’, now these f*ck n*ggas finished
dropped my window on a n*gga b*tch, she started grinnin’
all the pretty b*tches like young n*ggas who gettin’ it
(ad*libs)
young n*gga world!
ayy!
n*gga!
i’m the f*ckin’ goat, n*gga!
ayy!

- swift jitt lyrics

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