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fat trel - swishers and liquor lyrics

[produced by big krit]

[hook: 2x]
first you get the swishers, second buy the liquor
first you get the swishers, second buy the liquor
first you get the swishers, second buy the liquor
third buy some of that sticky, most smokers call it sticker

[verse 1:]
okay, i’m rolling with my country b-tch, feels like i’m on my country sh-t
higher than messiah, that fire, that cowabunga piff
call my n-gga krit, sipping liquor in my 86′
see my ring & wrists, sh-t look like i hit bout’ eighty l!cks
i’m a 90’s crazy baby, p-ssy’s what she pays me with
on the corner stalking boo, my bank is what you make of it
sl-tty boyz sh-t, puffing, bussin, f-cking, call it quits
super bad b-tch, pop a pill, then let my man hit
savage, probably her, and me, and v, and rabbit
hands down, man down, all your b-tches average
flashy, my boofing pack nasty and my pack nasty
p-ss it to my man, and like my b-tch? i’ll let him have it

[hook:]

[verse 2:]
rolling, plus i’m rollin’ makes my sh-t say “slow the motion”
lobster flow, and aqua dro, smoke an o with oochie
really i don’t f-ck with no saddity hoes, loafin’
love to f-ck a criminal but pretty when she’s smokin’
bussa’ head, get the bread, spread them legs open
all night stroking, all night pokin’
trafficking the white, like my packages was something slight
that sh-t wasn’t right, like i might just take a flight tonight
f-ck like it’s alright, drinking white like it’s okay
beat that p-ssy up, and rock, and drop that p-ssy where it lay
never sleep where p-ssy stay, whipping cookies every week
pushing lima beans, and collard greens, and kilograms a day, ay

[hook:]

[verse 3:]
first you get the swisher, then you get the liquor
bumping juicy j and project p, i’m on a mission
g-star denim, f-ck them true religions
man, i’m swimming in my women friend, hope she let me hit again
new york city, living it, whipping in a rental whip
webster hall k!lling it, b-tches on my d-ck again
she say i ain’t sh-t, i pretend like i be listenin’
but really i am not, i just f-cked her for some gwap
you should stop, shoot at you and your crew if it’s true or not
plus i heard them n-gga’s hot, i got birdies on your block
nonstop, ain’t no stopping through unless you cop in shop
on the block, and if not, then my partner c-ck & pop

[hook:]

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