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swala row - bullshit lyrics

[intro – dj be ill]

too ill
got my n-gga swala row in here with me
and these n-ggas on too much f-cking bullsh-t

[verse 1 – dj be ill]

uh, keep talking bullsh-t they gon catch halitosis
standing out from them is my main focus
if the mic was drugs then we finna be overdosing
hashtag too ill n-gga put the plan in motion
row, bro, they don’t know that we flow though? (nah)
they got us bent like kneecaps touching elbows
i’m so ill, and i’m not looking for a cure
i’m on my second mixtape i guess that makes me a sophmore
we do this sh-t right here, with no f-cking script
they say relationships are hard work easy b-tton press i finish the sh-t
i’m not a fan of the sarcasm
the beat dead you can tell by the way the speakers spasm
if you not rocking with me then you need to play catch up b
everything got to have coordination flow ocd
constantly hating on me, seriously what is you acheiving?
the award for biggest -ss blocker is what you’ll be receiving

[hook]

n-ggas talking cheap because they mouthing off for free
they ain’t bringing that to me i’m from that 7-7-3
and i put that 3-1-2 into everything i do
f-cking up your whole clique it’s just me and my crew see
this right here is for you n-ggas on that bullsh-t
this right here is for you b-tches talking bullshi
all you haters, man i swear you smell like bullsh-t
b-tch i’m spitting bullets and them n-ggas catching full clips

[verse 2 – swala row]

b-tch it’s row, yeah you know i’m from that do or die
see the top just like a bull’s eye so tryna f-ck with me is suicide
ho
got a couple songs and you on now?
ya’ll muslim n-ggas ya’ll dried out
and i’m the red dot between that eyebrow
ya’ll broke n-ggas couldn’t buy a vowel
wash ya’ll dirt that tide style
this swala nation we ride out
was from the block but it’s miles now
b-tch you wanna go?
you can grab a plummer you can bring the doctor
you can call a copper with a couple choppers
and you still couldn’t stop the flow
dime pieces to ya’ll 9 hoes, d rose to ya’ll rondos
ya’ll talking charts we climb those, we from the chi can’t rhyme slow
everybody and your ho know we rap giants fee fye fo
start me up no keys though and i’ll k!ll these n-ggas like a 4-4
how sick i spit? swine flu i’m the illest n-gga up out the crew
i take a 16 and spit a 32 now what the f-ck you n-ggas trying to do?
went b-tt naked to the antartic, still ain’t sh-t as cold as me
ain’t n0body even close to me now who the f-ck is you supposed to be?

[hook]

[verse 3 – swala row]

yeah there he go going ham again
going jean claude van dam again
so on point like a camera man n-gga
(ah)
around you they run that mouth, around me they cut that out
cause these n-ggas know what the f-ck i’m about
chi-town, drill-a-noise
where them boys go crazy with them toys
can’t hang with us you ain’t got the poise
we the cream of the crop that real macoy
that 3-1-2 that 6-0-6 , that 7-7-3 where the illest spit
man the chi got to feel this sh-t because the midwest has been chill as sh-t
but never that we can never nap, i’m here to bring that fire back
i’m the face of everything you lack, that’s why your boy is running rap
that’s why you n-ggas envy me, i’m mvp on mp3
scared of me like cpd, you got every reason to be
when i spit ya’ll know what’s up, new mill signed and you f-cked up
some gon say that i lucked up but i don’t really give a f-ck
got dj with me on the beat, that’s when i become a beast
so when we see ya’ll in the street, just chill that bullsh-t that you speak

[hook]

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