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swirl season - guardian lyrics

that’s just how it go
that’s just how i know

i’m comin’ through wit’ the pressure
look at the way that they test me
ought to pull off in a tesla
all of these hoes gone stress me
i know i’ve got drugs in the car
don’t let ’em arrest me
i know they comin’ for my head
you gotta accept me

she wanna’ caress me
got a cross on my neck like a n-gga a christian
we got a connection
all of my diamonds bend light like a prism
swirl gotta’ get ’em
i gotta’ get my n-ggas out prison
but i’m so presidential
[give a] f-ck ’bout a system. n-ggas went islam
then, i bought a new presi
look at the hesi. chopped like webbie
i got a confession. i got a plug that come outta dresden
pull up in a lexus
you gotta get money to get out depression
that’s a suggestion
this money’s not p-ssive aggressive
wit’ magic protection, don’t take me to jail for havin’ possession
i got an invention
i guess a young n-gga just need her attention
what’s with the tension?
i’m 22 but i’m runnin’ a business
like xxxtentacion, this is how you get rich when you’re having a vision
in another dimension
now for commission. ask for redemption
as for forgiveness, you never mentioned that was contentious
this is apprentice
they gotta’, they gotta type it and print this
and i gotta tint this with a code named kentis
yeah

hood n-gga. never goin’ broke
trap n-gga. i do what i want
in the trenches. i’m bustin’ down bolts
gotcha’ b-tch. i been took ya’ ho
choppa on me. c-ck it, let it go
you a b-tch. hitcha’, make ya’ fold
stackin’ up. never goin’ broke
free my n-gga drew. they got him in the slammer

runnin’ sh-t. b-tch, that’s all we do
call on plays like i’m tom brady, yeah, that’s all i know
got my n-gga, q, wit’ me too and he got the strap
if a n-gga want it, we gone hit, x him off the map
i’ve been doin’ this for so long i can never stop
got some gwap, all up in my pock[et]
ballin’ like a rock[et]
and my n-gga, harden, mvp. goin’ back to back
dunkin’ on ’em like i’m giannis, n-gga. all i spit is facts
i got diamonds on my neck. shh.. diamonds on my neck
and my wrist. swear that sh.. wet
cop a foreign. might go get a ‘vette
in that cadi. ridin’ ’round in that lac
and-and i got that sack
matter fact, key-lo, roll that thrax
got that gas. always stay wit’ me
you tryna’ shop? b-tch, ain’t sh-t free
it got a fee and i’m on a spree
it got a fee and i’m on a spree
you tryna shop? b-tch, ain’t sh-t free
you tryna shop? b-tch, ain’t sh-t free

- swirl season lyrics

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