squillo – swear lade not dat lyrics
[intro]
yeah
[verse]
i run his pockets, send ’em to a luggage, send his ass to sp+ce, n+gga, like a rocket
i walk down, n+gga, with a big glock, i’m wit’ uno, we the f+cking topic
don’t f+ck with eli, f+ck lade, when you in ny, n+ggas need to drop it
i ain’t never had to talk sh+t behind a n+gga back, yeah, i know i get
on god, i’m chasing the blue’s, n+gga, yeah, i’m stacking the bands
tryna f+ck with squillo, is you stupid?
i’m having this sh+t, no dreams, no hallucinating
when i hop on the beat, n+gga, i get abusive
we steady been them winners, n+gga, yeah, y’all losing
[verse 2]
talk down then we takin’ them out
i just rizzed, n+gga, like the uncle at the cookout
y’all n+ggas my seed, yeah, n+ggas got to sprout
i stay with them drugs, n+gga, never run out
these n+ggas be faker than plastic surgery
run inside that crib, n+gga, it’s a burglary
n+ggas need to retire, put up the jersey
walk down, then i blow, n+gga, feel like curry
i’m the king of this f+cker, no coming to america, n+gga, like eddie murphy
ball like magic johnson in ’89, no james worthy
ball like kobe bryant, the way that i touch the money, n+ggas leavin’ early
d+mn, these n+ggas be stupid, n+gga off like 5 perkies (n+gga be off like 5 perkies)
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