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cinnèidigh - the sword lyrics

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{intro}

for all those nights i was stressing, and all those things i was texting, they ain’t never respond, guess they ain’t get the message, time p-ssed learned my lesson, studied mirrors reflecting, then appeared all the armor, we at war here the weapon, let’s go (repeats) uh!

{hook}

okay okay! getting chips now that’s frito lay, i tell hurry down and she say otay! and my drive too smooth yeah my drive olay, she gone hit the club and she gone make it shake, she gone hit the gram it’s a smile on her face, you gone hit the streets just to know how it taste, i’m gone cut her off cuz i got better taste and my shawty too bad swear she can’t even play, it’s a crown on her head and a yap on her waist x2 , i’m the king of the land it’s a sword on my waist!

{verse}

it’s consequential, not incidental, all the blood spill when i finish the instrumental, stories of my pain, when we was getting round in the rental, dare you listen close as i open up innuendos, see life as a dog n0body truly know what you been thru, smiling up in mansions only to sleep that night in the kennel, other mammals mad cause they know they will never be you, and what’s most sad sometimes your dogs ain’t even witchu, the sword! for the last 3 years and many more, i abandoned thoughts of album sales and hitting tours, empty whiskey bottles fill my cabinet thats good decor, and tonight we bout to redecorate and add plenty more , i should get a nose ring and then salute king shakur, im p-ssed off, i feel like real kings don’t exist anymore, they punk-ss talk about xans and go out bad, either that or front like they used to push weight what a dope fad! i recognize my enemies and best believe i know all they faces, with the current duck in office we gone need an exchange of places, recurring trend he always run his mouth and he all about the bills, people act like you expect a racist to admit that they racist

but i cash checks with the sword while i’m lining faces

erase all my debt with the sword when i lift the cages

leave this lifetime with the sword and escape the racist

and fly to the next with the sword and see all yo faces

{hook outro}

okay okay! getting chips now that’s frito lay, i tell hurry down and she say otay! and my drive too smooth yeah my drive olay, she gone hit the club and she gone make it shake, she gone hit the gram it’s a smile on her face, you gone hit the streets just to know how it taste, i’m gone cut her off cuz i got better taste!



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