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erick rush - swoosh feat. nasty c lyrics

[hook: nasty c]
i walk in, i wild out, i walk out, i chunk out a deuce
i’m drippin’, i’m fl1ckin, my wrist and, the b-tches
they jump out the roof
the business is business, so don’t give a f-ck if i’m not in a suit
f-ck up, a ratchet, and p-ss it
i swear that my status is swoosh
i walk in, i wild out, i walk out, i chunk out a deuce
i’m drippin’, i’m fl1ckin, my wrist and, the b-tches
they jump out the roof
the business is business, so don’t give a f-ck if i’m not in a suit
f-ck up, a ratchet, and p-ss it
i swear that my status is swoosh

[verse 1: erick rush]
didn’t they tell you i was balling?
had to turn my godd-mn phone off
cause your baby keep calling
i don’t three point, i don’t free throw
i just be slam dunking on you weak hoes
i’m lynching n-ggas i’m in beast mode
look, 1990 i was given i was breath
and i been grinding ever since
i’m crushing up the winners section in my palm now
bout to roll em in a spliff
she just hopped up on the d-ck
oops, i just hopped up in your b-tch
oosh, i just hit another l1ck
oooh, i just whipped another hit
don’t got no gang signs but i’m repping
i’m really ahead of my time
you’re really fortunate i be in the present
i’m in the moment, i’m seeing everything but opponents
keeping it thorough really lonely
when i’m booth man i’m really kobe
when i get shooting

[hook: nasty c]

[verse 2: erick rush]
that’s nothing but net, you running with veterans
i’m running up checks, i’m sipping on medicine
yeah i’m talking lean, oh you talking teams?
didn’t somebody tell you talk is cheap
that throne you got is just another seat
every d-mn time, you can tell that i’m out my d-mn mind
you can walk, you can run but can’t hide
i can get off a plane and stay fly
man they said your sh-t was fire?
dammit your crew should be fired
d-mn your whole crew should retire
dammit i’m through with you cowards
i’m here moving mountains
stacking up and counting, stacking up and counting
tryna keep these sorry n-ggas from around me
please don’t bring them boys around me
i’m tryna make her back it up and arouse me
back, back it up and dump it
i’m scoring on ’em, like i’m hitting buckets
look how erick rushes, man that kid is something
ain’t he something?
(swoosh)

[hook: nasty c]

- erick rush lyrics

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