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swifty paid - gotham city lyrics

[hook]
spot em we got em ain’t no where to run
drop em we pop em we cl!ck till it’s done (grrah , grahh)
i keep me a knocka sh+t sound like a drum
i got faith in my shooters i know they gon dump (they gon dump)
i’m not linking no b+tch if i can’t bring my gun (at all)
hop out shoot em clear that n+gga lungs
if i don’t got da chop he get beat up for fun
try to run up get done up b+tch i’m not da one
oh these n+ggas tryna play me
b+tch i brung my 380 (grrah , grahh)
i can not f+ck with these n+ggas they shakey
try to put n+ggas on but these b+tch n+ggas played me
done put n+ggas on but these n+ggas ain’t thank me
tryna copy my style but n+gga you ain’t me
i make b+tches go wild when they see me act crazy
n+ggas think he a child but he totin on stacy (grrah grahh boom)
[verse]
lil baba go crazy she eatin me up
i tell her keep sucking till i bust a nut
these b+tches be hoes they just want me to f+ck
but i came with my pole ain’t no lining me up (at all)
how you ran on your mans but you jacking you tuff
how you swear you got bands but you bummy ass f+ck
go and get you some bread and stop tryna be tuff
he get hit with that led if he tryna run up (grrah grahh boom)
if he don’t move correct i know brody gon pop him
i know young n+ggas k!lling and robbing
me and b dot two deep we like batman and robin (like)
any problems this choppa gon solve it (like)
gotta slide with a clip no i can’t do revolvers (like)
be a good kid have a talk with your father (grrah grahh boom)
if i don’t got the pole he get beat like a boxer
if i heard that he snitched he get sent to the doctor
if you screaming my name in the spot she get naked
if i tell you i love you i faked it
but shout out my n+ggas can’t wait till i make it
made a promise one day i ain’t break it
i love getting money i get it and take it
she shaking her ass but i know she can’t take d+ck (shake it)
want this money you just gotta take risk
wanna beat me you gotta start training
[hook}
spot em we got em ain’t no where to run
drop em we pop em we cl!ck till it’s done (grrah , grahh)
i keep me a knocka sh+t sound like a drum
i got faith in my shooters i know they gon dump (they gon dump)
i’m not linking no b+tch if i can’t bring my gun (at all)
hop out shoot em clear that n+gga lungs
if i don’t got da chop he get beat up for fun
try to run up get done up b+tch i’m not da one
oh these n+ggas tryna play me
b+tch i brung my 380 (grrah , grahh)
i can not f+ck with these n+ggas they shakey
try to put n+ggas on but these b+tch n+ggas played me
done put n+ggas on but these n+ggas ain’t thank me
tryna copy my style but n+gga you ain’t me
i make b+tches go wild when they see me act crazy
n+ggas think he a child but he totin on stacy (grrah grahh boom)

- swifty paid lyrics

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