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sway the pristine - lincoln logs freestyle lyrics

[verse]
4 watches on, what you so extra for, (extra for)

b+tch, i ain’t got time, for my other hoes, (ain’t got time for my other hoes)
so what i look like, trippin over you for, (trippin over you for)
need them bands, pushin pack, in a uhaul, (pushin packs up in a uhaul)
met some n+ggas, on this road, who the f+ck is you dawg, (who the, f+ck is you dawg)

sway he bout, havin pape, f+ck what you thought, (f+ck what you thought)
always got, some sh+t on, when he wit the dogs, (when i’m barkin wit my dogs)
gang stay, with woods around, on them lincoln logs, (on them lincoln logs)
kinda like, how i be, when i’m wit yo broad, (when i’m f+ckin on yo broad)

imma mac daddy, and a daddy mac, i can kris kross, (yeah i can kris kross)
lil b+tch i’m from the fli, so you know, my wrist frost, (from the fli, you know my wrist frost)
i’m tryna die on rick ross, talkin biggest boss, (big boss)
supplyin, packs for my hoes, ion care about the cost, (i ain’t care about the cost)

if he always, on his phone, hе might be the boys, (he might bе the boys)
wrap him up, or leave em there, either way no noise, (either way ain’t makin no noise)
last 20, we handled sh+t, wit so much poise, (wit so much poise)
now i’m makin, pack trips, out to illinois, (chicago illinois)

we hit the south too, but gotta keep that on the low, (keep it on the low)
we movin this sh+t, makin music, f+ckin hoes, (f+ckin on the hoes)
i might, pull a two man, with my white boy joel, (what up joel)
or lil bro cheyne, either way, it’s on the floor, (cheyne it’s on the floor)
i need to stop drinkin, cuz i start to d+ckin hoes, (sh+t i start to d+ckin these hoes)
sway the p, stands for, please leave a hickey on it, (please put a hickey on it)
hit me up, p+ssy pleasers anonymous, (true story)
my resumes, recorded, how i’m giving out d+ck, (true story)

b+tch, i, said what i said, (i said what i said what i said)
i’m gone, f+ck her, then hump on her friend, (then then hump on her friend)
if they ever, find out, sh+t that’s on them, (well sh+t, that’s on them)
i can’t really, sleep with these hoes, i be in rem, (i don’t sleep, i be in rem)

pack came, from canada, we ain’t even hit the bridge, (h+ll nah)
just to keep it legit, we ain’t even leave flint, (we ain’t even, ain’t even leave flint)
got these, people on they, yeeeeaaah, (yeeeeaaaah)
white folks lookin at us, cuz we turnin up the ridge, (turnin up the ridge)

smoke so much weed, people stare at me and cringe, (stare at me and cringe)
but i’m, flintstoned, imma always represent, (imma always represent)
lookin for yo b+tch, h+ll yeah she over here, (h+ll yeah she over here)
she can’t, talk on the phone, she got a mouth full of d+ck, (gotta mouth of, mouth full of d+ck)

if she askin, me for money, b+tch i know sumn, (b+tch i know sumn)
swear to god, i’m not her daddy, til we f+ckin, (not until we start)
when we done, go back to shuttin up, (b+tch, shuttin up)
unless she tell her friends, that i put it in her stomach, (that i put it in her, put it in her stomach)

b+tch, b+tch, i’m that one vibe, (b+tch, i’m that one vibe)
that ain’t sh+t n+gga, that you hit up all the time, (hit up all the time)
i keep, vs on my body, they should call me number 5, (they should call me number 5)
matt stafford, these bullets stay with number 9, (stay with number)
these n+ggas sit and wait, sh+t i gotta go outside and grind, (go outside and grind)
cuz ain’t sh+t slow, and bills due all the time, (all the time)
these n+ggas sit and wait, sh+t i gotta get outside and grind, (go outside and grind)
cuz ain’t sh+t slowin, them bills due all the time, (gotta, all the time)

(f+ck what you thought)
b+tch, i, said what i said, (packs up in a uhaul)
i’m gone, f+ck her, then hump on her friend, (who the f+ck is yo dawg?)
b+tch, i, said what i said, (stackin woods like lincoln logs)
i’m gon get this money, until i’m at the end, (kinda like when i hit yo broad)
b+tch, i, said what i said, (daddy mac, h+ll yeah i can kris kross)
call me sway the p, i really am him, (i’m from the fli, so you knowin that my wrist frost)
b+tch, i, said what i said, (die on rick ross, yeah i’m talkin biggest boss n+gga)

- sway the pristine lyrics

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