Swipey - 4 Minutes lyrics

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Swipey - 4 Minutes lyrics

[Verse 1: Swipey] Gettin money cuz it's beneficial, dirty swipe boy I been official If Ion know you I ain't dealing with you, Sit back and let the k**ers get you bust his brain I can see his tissue, wipe that lil baby someone get em a tissue, big guns we be shooting missles point you out it won't be hard to hit you, my teacher said I ain't the sharpest pencil and one day them prison bars gon get you, I just hope and pray that God be with you when you riding dirty toting the pistol, and all these b**hes think that imma a**hole just because I like them thick and they a** swole, I'm the sh** you can ask the a**hole, traphouse trapping out the bando, if money talk then n***a this that cash flow hop out shoot sh** like rambo, feeling froggy don't jump you a tadpole 40 make him stand still like a landpole, yea imma rapper but I know how them bands go, beat that drum that's a whole lotta ammo they don't see me like I'm rocking a camo Squad Boyz came to rock the damn show, Remember back I use to trap with the deuce deuce, Milli with me they know bruh bruh a loose screw, pocket full of white I'm selling that bruce goose, baby bottle full of lean and my juice juice, fill him up with holes he look like a fruit loop then ride off like nana nana boo boo, diamonds dancing watch em twerk in a tutu, snatch his chain off his neck like he Nu Nu, think it's sweet then come get you a two scoop, we pull up we hop out then we shoot, kicked his a** once he need a reboot and that's just part one of that sequel, big B's boy that blood gon bleed through, tell a b**h first I don't need you, see you later boy I wouldn't wanna be you these n***as see through and I don't see you [Verse 2: Ro Milli] Dont like these n***as, I dont f** wit the other side, 37th southeast where I reside. 2 shots to his head, thats a homicide. Channel 5 fox news, watch his momma cry. We walkin down n***a it ain't no drive-bys. b**h made n***as see it straight in ya eye. They hatin' on me , coutin' bands, I wonder why. Choppa make him do a flip watch his a** fly. Im so fly, you can never be this fly. Im smokin' gas , you be smokin' on a** gas. I got a b**h long hair with a fat a**. She be wearing Channel shoes and Birkin bags. Smoke dope, sell dope, f** rehab. The main n***as don't got sh** is the ones to brag. The feds pulled me over said I'm goin too fast, I be sippin' on lean while I'm doin the dash. Bankrolls wrapped up in rubber bands, can't trust ah soul, these n***as out here to get me man

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