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wéye - swish lyrics

don’t
spill, your, tee
two20two
in the am, in the am
woah, yeah

like a wrinkle in the fabric of time b-tch i am not pressed
look at the state of my eyes my guy, do i look stressed?
i’m not the best, working to be better than i was yesterday
i hold the squad in my chest my fam on my back cause they need to be blessed
yell at the ref cause this life isn’t fair
n0body said it is
sometimes this sh-t feel repet-tive
don’t give a f-ck like i’m celibate
but i celebrate, we made it this far
turn off the motor and hope out the car
breathing fresh air, climbing the stairs
only look back when i say was there
so i progress with all of my scars

look at the stars
twinkle in time with the bars
i used to be on my guard
now i’m so ready for war
i want some more
i need to eat, all of my bread is whole wheat
i’m looking like i got cheat codes
i get it jumping like free throws

[hook]
swish b-tch, switch b-tch !fade away!
woah! swish b-tch !fade away!
woah! swish b-tch !fade away!
woah!

y’all n-ggas doing too much
i’m pulling up with the clutch
i need a grip, i had to flip on some strips
i had to take em on trips
f-ck on yo b-tch cause i’m empty
f-ck on yo b-tch cause she let me
f-ck on yo b-tch cause mine left me
f-ck on yo b-tch cause i’m s-xy
yeah, i’m the sh-t and i know it
yeah, i got talent i show it
rapper but first i’m a poet
this the beginning, i’m growing
i don’t throw shade, mane
i gotta name name’s
i don’t have shame
i gotta maintain
you can’t take over my lane
we are not playing no games
swish b-tch!
look at the fl!ck of the wrist, b-tch!
don’t need a gat on my hip
i got some quick wit
gotta go get it, i gotta get lit
i’m never losing my spark
y’all n-ggas brains in a jar
i’m finna go off, finna go hard
y’all n-ggas soft as summer chocolate bars

[hook]

swish b-tch !fade away!
woah! swish b-tch !fade away!
woah! swish b-tch !you had that sh-t in your menu when?
woah! swish bish

[verse]

young n-gga came up as a ghost
i wrote the verses the most
you know we plotting on bread
the verses is fire we making a toast
psylocibin growing all in my toes
told this lil b-tch imma p-ss on the c0ke
touch her soul like a deacon
banishing demons i walk like a pope
whoah, shawty asked for my sign
told her to give me her line
we can have this conversation
i’m here for a good time
not a long, not a short time
got enough time, to make more time
this is your time, this is my time
this your life, this is my grind
hit a swish b-tch, then imma go hit a l!ck b-tch
i am so open i’m cryptic
that’s not a c walk you tripping

i got the sauce better ketchup
catching my ashes like ketchum
i heard your bars and i’m fed up
my n-ggas is getting they bread up grating the cheddar

[outro]

swish
swish b-tch !did this sh-t in one take!
hoe! swish b-tch !fade away! !fade away!
yeah woah! swish b-tch! swish
swish, swish, swish

- weye lyrics

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