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mr. swing - dontwanna lyrics

i cut ya shorter than ya average skirt
so tell me something that i haven’t heard
on a mission fishing for the words
an angler angered by your missing verbs
you lack action and boy i been there
show me that p-ssion if its in there
ensnared arresting rhythms got the best of me
turn up the beat add the heat i got the recipe
expect the best from me cuz thats what i expect from me
and if you not the best then why the f-ck you standing next to me
slide, and pipe down with the ra-ra
mr. swing bring it real smooth like the cha-cha
ha, had to laugh myself
they got bigger bank accounts but got half my wealth
that speaks volumes, it wouldn’t fit on a shelf
they call a spade a spade but you can suit yourself

i don’t wanna leave yet, no, no i don’t
but best believe that i will
think what you wanna think
but, its only me that knows how i feel
(what’s it feel like?!)

feels like, a weights been lifted
and i been lifting just to lift it
i got lifted then my vision was vivid
ventriloquist i make’em say i’m terrific
sh-t, well that should be easy
just gotta find compet-tion who can actually see me
i make it look easy, you think you can do that
spit a silky rhythm lace it over the boom bap
well do that, then step in the ring
no pulling punches no checking your swing
this is heavyweight, best to get that sh-t very straight
call ya moms and tell her you’ll be very late
i’m schooling kids like tuition
i’m the student, teacher, princ-p-l, and the dean of admission
no submission, but hold tight
you’ll see the light, if you listen

i don’t wanna leave yet, no, no i don’t
but best believe that i will
think what you wanna think
but, its only me that knows how i feel
(who dis is?!)

swing, known to catch infectious rhythms
who’s the best is evident whoever next i k!ll’em
grill’em, having them end up in a kid’s meal
these chickens tender, i’ll eat’em but would the kids feel
for real, why make’em suffer though the tastelessness
when only a handful even keeping a pace like this
a place like this, with all the glitz and glamour
its only wish is for thick chicks and hammers
big whips and fresh grits from grandma
the truth hits like a bad mamajamma
don’t know cr-p about what i rap about but i bet you holly would
please believe if you don’t or won’t then i bet you hollywood
i know whats real like its hooked to my mouth
nasty flow, oh f-ck i threw up in my mouth
fo sho mama’s try giving f-cks to me now
pockets is green so panties soaking up for me nowww

i don’t wanna leave yet, no, no i don’t
but best believe that i will
think what you wanna think
but, its only me that knows how i feel

- mr swing lyrics

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