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fg famous - swerve on 'em lyrics

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[chorus: fg famous]
f-ck all that mouthin’, we gon’ swerve on ’em, yeah
hop out with cutters with the curves on ’em, yeah, yeah
boy hollerin’ ’bout what you gon’ do to me
i got shooters gon’ come shoot with me, yeah
f-ck all that mouthin’, we gon’ swerve on ’em, yeah
hop out with cutters with the curves on ’em, yeah, yeah
boy hollerin’ ’bout what you gon’ do to me
i got shooters gon’ come shoot with me, yeah

[verse 1: fg famous]
boy talkin’ like you rob will get your stupid -ss stepped on
cutter work like a saw, bullets rippin’ through your teflon
send fifty through the car, i bet i leave your f-ckin’ neck gone
like grrah grrah grrah, then we back home
p-ssy you know what up, f-ck all that gangster sh-t you talkin’ ’bout
ain’t no need to front, just like a b-tch you like to run your mouth
this forty got a d-ck, you my lil sl-t, i’m finna raw you out
this b-tch can flip a truck, you really f-cked, i doubt you make it out
that’s how it’s gotta happen, i’m smashing you right in traffic
pull on side him, let him have it, watch the chopper do the ratchet
ain’t no lackin’, you know what’ll happen so i’m packin’
only right i keep it with me, any day sh-t’ll get tragic
so, i oughta tell you i ain’t worried homie
we strapped bad, you see this cutter with the curve on it
yeah this b-tch hold thirty-three, that’s larry bird on ’em
make me send a purge on ’em
nick gon’ spray this b-tch, i send a word on you

[verse 2: jaydayoungan]
stay out my way, might up the d-ck, let it take a p-ss
youngan, how many shots you got? fourteen more than eighty-six
ain’t no playin’ ’round, man down, i’ma break your sh-t
this cutter make you close your eyes just like you finna make a wish
this for them p-ssy n-ggas actin’ like they with the sh-ts
i got a hundred rounds, this the rod i’m goin’ fishing with
b-tch you layin’ down, if we catch you, we gon’ split your sh-t
that’s a man down, plenty shots so we ain’t missin’ sh-t
what’s up with them slabs homie? we gon’ come and see ’bout that
we ain’t p-ssin’ words homie, b-tch come get at me ’bout that
clip come with a curve on it, you want play with me ’bout that
they know we’ll swerve on ’em, b-tch you better be ’bout that, yeah
i heard a n-gga wanna murder me
comin’ with extensions, scottie pippen, b-tch that’s thirty-three
f-ckin’ with the youngan, p-ssy you gon’ need some surgery
and i ain’t hard to find, you ain’t even gotta search for me, yeah

- fg famous lyrics

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