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swizzz - drop the bomb lyrics

[verse]
yo, now who’s next on the chopping block
is it him? is it her? what do you think hop?
should i give em’ a chance, or expose them like a camel toe?
split his f-cking head like a cantaloupe?
excuse me diggy doc dre
is it okay if i jump on the beat, and operate?
i’m a doctor myself, minus the med school
but all i prescribe is vodka, and red bull (yeah)
i’m not a alcoholic dad don’t worry
i’m only 20 drinks in doing 130
up in the slow lane, acting like i’m not in a hurry
trying to dodge rick ross cause i stole his mcflurry (boss)
don’t mind me i’m not thinking clearly
i scream at deaf people thinking they can really hear me
i spray tag to attract b-tches to get near me
and when they do i make em’ bob like they’re looking for apples
(swizzz that didn’t rhyme) well i don’t give a f-ck
this is my song, and you can turn me off
(swizzz you’re out of your mind) well i don’t give a f-ck
p-ss me the bong, and let a n-gga lift off
(fly high) and that’s what i do
looking at planet earth from a birds eye view
in the sky with the stars, but no parachute
if i happen to fall i’d just take hit number 2
i’ve been uncouth, since my youth
i use to eat playdough and sniff glue
and now i drink brews, with the f-cking dudes
but it’s okay i’m half white too
yeah buddy, f-ck a payday i’m nutty
i’d drop your baby like i’m f-cking clumsy
don’t trust me, try not to l-st me
i’m known to break hearts all my exes want to jump me
(yup,hey) but they would still love to f-ck me
they know i keep it funky because i’m repping fv
(yup, hey) n-gga i’m chill like bun b
kicking it like chun-li, dirty like my undies
(rah!) now it’s time to get active you mother f-ckers
cause i can’t stomach less than half you mother f-ckers
i’mma rush the line, and start tackling mother f-ckers
so put your jeans on, and stop slacking you mother f-ckers
(d-mn n-gga chill out dawg), f-ck that
l!ck my nut sack if your mad let your gun clap
put a slug up in my back bust it till my melon cracks
leave me lifeless in the middle of my cul-de-sac
heh, f-ck a ref i’m official
my words are ammunition my mouth is a pistol
even if you get low, i still won’t miss you
no kevlar, my shots burn through tissue
lil homie are you sure you wanna do that?
fake foot soldier better go, and get your boot strap
hard body n-gga making anybody move back?
hungry on this motherf-cking mic wheres my food at?

- swizzz lyrics

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