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tw11n - swoosh lyrics

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verse 1 :

all i got is time like the magazine

spend it getting mine, ain’t a bag that i don’t see

i don’t spend a dime, less she a diamond piece

no limit on my shine, just like master p

my money long, taller

your money gone, smaller

the grass is greener on this side get the lawn mower

too many setbacks in my life now i’m going forward

they ask me why i do it, tell em i was born for it

i need a sedative, they talking senseless sh#t

so much sh#t, my 6th sense needs a censorship

so what’s it really worth? when you know your worth

and is it really work? if you put it in your verse?

knowing it’s a blessing, all my brothers flexing

they ain’t ask for sh#t, so i blessed them no question

no top motorcade, dead presidents

she just want the sugar cane, in her premises

huh up her nose, up the dose

fly miami b#tches out, heat up the coast

double r in the road, think she seen a ghost

all my pockets getting fat yeah they eat the most

hook :

new money but that’s old news

i just wanna see what that throat do

she just wanna chill with a mogul

hop on the wave like a boat do

swoosh, you know i got them numbers like sudoku

chilling overseas i be boasty like the blokes do

she wanna just chill, pop a pill like your folks do

i don’t keep relationships, money’s what i’m close too

take all that money, make it blue like the locs do

verse 2 :

all that money, got me in the loop

i remember they ain’t want me, now they wanna join the group

windows tinted, you can still see me riding in the coupe

all you hear is swoosh swoosh like they got me shooting hoops

eyyyy

she said i f#cked her bestie all i gotta say is oops

and you know i got the scoops, yeah i came up from the deuce

i got homies in the trenches, they in war like they the troops

you can find me out in brooklyn, still be chilling in the stoops

fendi, louis, prada, know i keep balenciaga

from the bottom like the bottle, now they cannot tell me nada

get the bag you know i gotta, all my homies know i got em

all this money, all these commas, sh#t i did for my mama

hook :

new money but that’s old news

i just wanna see what that throat do

she just wanna chill with a mogul

hop on the wave like a boat do

swoosh, you know i got them numbers like sudoku

chilling overseas i be boasty like the blokes do

she wanna just chill, pop a pill like your folks do

i don’t keep relationships, money’s what i’m close too

take all that money, make it blue like the locs do

outro :

yeah, get them checks like swoosh



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