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fowl - sweep lyrics

[intro: fowl]
you can’t put me in no motherf-cking box n-gga
i’m heavy with it
just bounce with me with me
bounce with me with me bounce
bounce with me with me
bounce with me with me bounce
bounce (bounce)
bounce with me with me bounce
bounce (bounce) bounce (bounce)

[verse 1: fowl]
chop chop, go to work, you n-ggas slacking
counting money, you ain’t got some sh-t that didn’t happen
i got a thousand on you n-ggas disappearing quick
blow all ya f-cking candles out, cause this year is it
we going awol, they off the deep end-
with no boat, bet you won’t float, sink in
i’m jaws, feeling like a sea monster
you can’t be mobsters just because you eat pasta
he’s not the n-gga to put your money on
unless you money laundering, squandering til your money gone
all i f-ck is lucky hoes, all my hoes blesses to know me
so if they be talking about me, take it as some testimony
god help me cause my evil thoughts increasing daily
and i’m starting to get comfortable with being crazy
n-ggas clothes finished, they don’t want to see the 80’s
you a b-tch, what you whip n-gga, pink mercedes?

[chorus: fowl]
this a sweep! this a sweep! 4-0
this a sweep! this a sweep! we winning ho!
this a sweep! this a sweep! get off the floor
go hard or go home, n-gga where you wanna go?

[verse 2: fowl]
ay i do what i came for, only stop to shake hands
f-ck with me i’ll put you on your head like break dance
no addidas tracksuit, no rol’ chain, no kangol
just your worst nightmare, please say it ain’t so!
smoke like volcanoes, dress like i sell drugs
them n-ggas salty, might as well go k!ll slugs
n-gga you ain’t no artist, you ain’t gonna top no chart
these n-ggas act like they heartless, they just ain’t got no heart
obama please! give me some healthcare!
i’m worldwide but i started on welfare
cashing out bridge cards for the f-ck of it
f-ck politics my jeans ain’t from the government
f-ck your opinion, your opinion can go suck a d-ck
yeah, you a boss, you a b-tch, on some other sh-t
get the f-ck up out my face, i’m feeling homicidal
i read malcolm x for inspiration, not the bible

[chorus x2]

[outro: fowl]
get up! get up! get up! get up!
ya know what i mean?
like thaaaaaat!

- fowl lyrics

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