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flxtch! - swim//trip lyrics

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[intro]
look here i don’t know sh-t about sliding in your home girl dms. don’t even come over here with that energy, i can’t help with that

[hook]
walk in the godd-mn kickback, what she sniff, dat white like milk
b-tch i ain’t on that level, i wanna smoke, get high like phelps
i’m swimming and swimming and swimming in women who wanna have fun tonight
i’m swimming and swimming there isn’t no kidding i’m rolling up some tonight
x2

[verse]
drunk off the honey whiskey, yellin for a bbw to come freak me (yuh)
hitting 3’s like horry, she want a ring on her, go for the 3 peat (yuh)
yo boy out here trippin, make his nose bleed like a cheap seat (ya broke)
swagger game rufus level, so my girl kimmy wanna call me beep me (aye)

she say she wet like seaking, call her misty make her squirt too
freaky freaky, “daddy choke me” palms too big make her scream uncle
shoot my shot like chaney do, give her new meaning for “d-ck appointment”
f-cking with me you get disjointed, kiss her forehead, she’s anointed (bless)

she be fronting like i am not smooth, i know you notice my groove (why)
llama in the palace too, bish do not throw off my groove (what what what)
these f-ckboys in your life you choose, not my biz to lump into
how you bitter? what is you? you f-cked up don’t play the fool

don’t snap my phone, block list bigger than a cvs receipt
all these girls who be texting me, and you the only one who be testing me (why)
talking about don’t be a stranger, girl who you foolin?
roll my blunt with afrocentric chicks, yep i am coolin (icyy)

homie done told me to call you, new girl got some cake (aye)
booty like erykah badu, swing that round my way (way)
she got that ariana box, grande thighs in place (sit on it)
she want to party all night, but never i, f-ck with the sh-t, that is laced (nah)

said tonight she living in a fantasy in her own little trippy world (world)
she want to f-ck with the ecstasy, yeah i think she a trippy girl (aye)
but she look like a daddy’s girl, thrasher logo on her crop top
thirstin over for a hot box, smokin her out till she go flop (smoke!)

[hook]

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