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swoosh god – melo lyrics

[intro]
yo phil jackson suck my d-ck you heard
james dolan that go for you too n-gg-
charles oakley for president and all that
free melo man
yeah, uh

[verse 1]
i’m feeling like melo, i don’t get no calls so i gotta complain to the ref
these n-gg-s be claiming they balling but they still be doing juggs like the rest
she told me some sh-t that i did not agree with so i had deleted her texts
right after that send me nasty voice mails, i can tell that she very upset
but i’m sure she’ll get over it, when rocky pull up in a rover with
inside charcoal, outside same color as cool whip
i’m cool on the young i want older b-tch, one that’s gone come with some benefits
i’m talking insurance and dental kit, even ex husband and a couple kids
check out his swagger, he sharp as a dagger, you know i’m a bad b-tch attacker
i’m f-cking this b-tch while my momma’s at home and then deal with the repercussions of it after
she offer to me while you ask her, serve the p-ssy to me on a platter
when i hit from the back, put both hands on her neck like the master lock no chris masters
she love when i’m treating her up, i choke on her neck make her stick out her tongue
told me let her know when i’m ready to c-m, she ready to swallow my daughter and son
i walk in the spot, make my presence known
you walk in the spot, b-tches headed home
f-cking b-tches back to back like marathon, got her rolling up weed with no panties on
told me 2 door was her favorite song, when i harmonize make her p-ssy warm
i’m always changing location, know that these n-gg-s be watching be hating
she look at the print through my pants and could already tell that a n-gg- jamaican
when i’m through with the p-ssy, i was shriveled up in the bed like a cooked piece of bacon

[bridge: frank lucas (denzel washington)]
ey, ey, ey, ey! don’t rub on that. you blot that! ya understand? that’s alpaca. that’s $25,000 alpaca! you blot that sh-t! you don’t rub it, put the club soda on there. simple simon–ss motherf-ckers
listen, from now on, don’t n-body talk to me directly! you understand?

[verse 2]
if i f-ck up, won’t ask for forgiveness
if it’s not your problem mind your business
i’m lebron all these n-gg-s my witness, my new chick booty same size as deelishis
feel so fly in my new [?]
woven garments that you cannot buy
coming straight for your neck like a tie, pipe game rocker [?] like a lullaby
i’m always [?] like a gemini, if it don’t apply to me i let it fly
never catch me worried bout another guy, man i am too busy for that
my appearance might run you stack, when i’m out here securing the bag
not satisfied till i get a plaque, i wonder why all these other n-gg-s rap

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