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swagdisease - #swag lyrics

[verse 1]
i said, “what up?”
muddy walkin’ through the strip, the opps finna get cut up
heard he talkin’ tough, so i’ma get that boy to shut up
racks in my jacket, i keep a gl!ck so he don’t come up
yeah, ho, yeah, yeah, yuh, yeah
i keep a glock, and now i’m lurkin’ by his bedside
you know i’m shootin’ in the day and stalkin’ in the night
and if he lookin’ funny, give that boy a black eye
and if he wanna try, slumped just like the last guy

[chorus]
i keep the cutter on my waistband
he ain’t got a strap, i smack up with that backhand
i leave him tied up in my bas+m+nt
ain’t no body bag, yo’ homie in a black van

[verse 2]
eleven bodies, eleven more, drop by shotty
keepin’ hostage in thе lobby, bullseye while off thе molly
xans keepin’ me foggy, my jeans are soaked in blood, and soggy
run it back, we abduct because this is our only hobby

[chorus]
ayy, i keep the cutter on my waistband
he ain’t got a strap, i smack up with that backhand
i leave him tied up in my bas+m+nt
ain’t no body bag, yo’ homie in a black van
[verse 3]
dumb b+tch, we whippin’ foreigns, got it recorded
slit his neck, p+ssy bleedin’, blood stains on the floor and
on my hands, p+ssy, bring it back, b+tch
the only way you’re—, k!ll yourself (ah), and (doot+doot+doot) record

[chorus]
ayy, i+i+i keep the cutter on my waistband
he ain’t got a strap, i smack up with that backhand
i leave him tied up in my bas+m+nt
ain’t no body bag, yo’ homie in a black van
i keep the cutter on my waistband
he ain’t got a strap, i smack up with that backhand
i leave him tied up in my bas+m+nt
ain’t no body bag, yo’ homie in a black van

- swagdisease lyrics

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