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swoosh god - terry kennedy lyrics

[verse 1]
came a long way from the bottom
told all my n-gg-s i got em’
if a n-gg- got a problem we solve em’
one call and the all of my dogs dem
go and check the stats been somebody way before a n-gg- started rappin’
rappin’ when i’m really livin’ its a shame cuz all these other n-gg-s actin’
i used to be stuck in the drought
my brother played ball for the scouts
but it never worked out so he had to trap out my momma house
yeah i had to hit a couple licks
yeah i used to pick up the phone
yeah i had to break it all down to a dub, eighth, q, p, and a zone
i said it before imma say it again ain’t none of these n-gg-s yo’ friends
they gon’ smile in yo’ face and they gon’ call you yo’ bro
but trust me it’s all the pretend
had to leave certain n-gg-s cuz certain sh-t they couldn’t comprehend
call em’ feelings but when the cats are closed n-gg- its me in the end
a nig i do, a nig i do so he could provide for his family
all my n-gg-s on the side cuz i don’t like when a man stand behind me
i eat shrimp with calamari
i treat ballin’ like a hobby
ya b-tch ride me up right before she ride like a f-ckin’ kawasaki
sus n-gg-s movin’ wonky
so i had to cut em’ off
n-gg-s want to be the boss
8 gun what it cost?
i turn 12 to 81 from tom brady straight to randy moss
all these n-gg-s like cookies when the heat turn on they get soft

[hook]
you do what you can i do what i want
i walk through the back you walk through the front
i’m a homerun and you more like a bunt
if you ain’t puttin’ you can’t smoke on my blunt
you do what you can i do what i want
i walk through the back you walk through the front
i’m a homerun and you more like a bunt
if you ain’t puttin’ you can’t smoke on my blunt

[verse 2]
all these n-gg-s my d-mn sons
good weed call it n1
i walk in the club with a plus 1
you was stuck at the door you was lookin’ dumb
half these shots got my face numb
a backwood get the job done
i ran through your hoe like a stick up
she threw that sh-t back like a hiccup
in new york pourin’ fours chauncy billups
she wanna get in so she know me now
if i get her back in she gon’ blow me down
in the back of my car she gon’ f-ck me now
man i had to get me a bag
so when i shot don’t look at tags
two don’t know roofs on the jag
my b-tch said i drive too fast
she gave me head while i’m dippin’ on her -ss
i tell go deepthroat so she gagged
i know she f-ckin’ with me cuz i got cash
young n-gg- pizzaz
she said her n-gg- sad, that’s why she left his -ss
if you get long piped from swoosh there ain’t no goin’ back

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