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slutty boyz - swag out the roof lyrics

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[hook]
swag out the roof, you can’t see me
this b-tch wanna f-ck me, he wanna be me
but if she wanna f-ck me she must pay me
sl-tty boyz sh-t we bust nuts daily
x2

[verse 1: dew]
d.e.w. i’m that baby, but if she wanna f-ck me she must pay me
they say i’m the sh-t and i come with an odor, this 12 inch d-ck i got range like a rover
owww
god d-mn i’m on fire; and if you say i’m not n-gga you is a liar
sl-tty boyz sh-t on every flyer, pop a heavy pill you know i roll like a tire
so i be in the club if you wanna see me, two bad b-tches say they wanna g me
slim keep muggin’ cause he wanna be me, like i don’t wear drawers n-gga i ball freely
we say “make me”, they say “k!ll”; i’m something like the sergeant and they know the drill
my d-ck rock hard baby i’m off a pill, lets have a cookout; put this meat on your grill
mohawk tight and my pants are saggin’, i ride with that ak like osama bin laden
i f-ck her on the carpet, she call me aladin, it’s mr.gold rapper all i wear is a magnum

[hook]

[verse 2: p wild]
it’s p wild, you can’t see me, i make the work disappear call me houdini
swag on a 100; suck my d-ck like a freezie, freeze me, ear rings and the chain match the pinky
money real long and my pockets on slinkies, sl-tty boyz sh-t; give her d-ck now she geekin’
we ride stinkin’, all black lincoln, all i smoke is loud what the f-ck was you thinkin’?
two bad b-tches wanna f-ck me no stallin’, i’m ballin’ and i’m not talkin rawlings or spauldings
i be in the club in the back b-tch i’m flossin’, the way i move the work i just call it u-haulin’

[hook]

[verse 3]
swag out the roof i got a drop top swag, and my b-tches compliment me i’m fly with a bag
i’m good in the hood how long can ya last?
you dirty long n-ggas so you gon’ need to p-ss
money pink and crispy; 50’s on deck, wrist keep me cold, don’t need no ice for my neck
they pay us in cash so we don’t need the check, got respect with the glock i don’t need the tech
she pay me in dough, i pay her in s-x; she love the way i floss so her lover is her ex
she say i’m next, i say “i’m blessed”, i give her long d-ck just to see how she catch



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