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Uh, 516 on my neck now Groupie hoes don't know how to act now I don't really talk, I just back out (Cardo got wings) Give me head, but her brains like plaque out Turn around, bend her over, blow her back out When I'm done, I don't care what she chat 'bout 'Cause you know most the time I be (Smoked out, smoked out) (Loced out, loc, loc) Swoosh me up, baby Swoosh me up, baby Swoosh me up, baby (woo) Swoosh me up, baby (Smoked out, loced out) Now this that big pimpin' Dick so big, got me limpin' Backwood rolled and my Hennessy sippin' Can't see my eyes, probably shades too tinted Too hard to choose, gotta keep a few with me Ridin' down the highway, it send me to hell Who really my friend? I never can tell Friendships start nice, but it never end well Please, save it for later If the topic is not paper Grinded real hard for my rep like a skater Didn't I tell you your boyfriend a hater? (Hater) Won't you come hang with a player (player) Girl, one thing for sure, two for certain None of these bitches is worth it Baby, I'm awesome, I'm perfect Be careful who you telling your secrets Never know who you can beef with (never know) Same one you callin' your bro Be the same one leaking out all your deepest secrets Never catch feelings, just peep shit Don't talk about it, just be it Comin' straight from the right beneath shit She got a man, but I'm the one she wanna be with (She got a man, but I'm the one) Why? 'Cause they love my new song, it's on replay So she wanna come hang by the DJ We run through the bands like a relay I ain't got no sleep in like three days But I been smokin' and drinkin' Don't know what the fuck I been thinkin' Tryna capture the moment, I'm not blinkin' (woo) (Smoked out, smoked out) Uh, swoosh me up, baby Swoosh me up, baby Swoosh me up, baby (Smoked out, smoked out) (Loced out, loc, loc) (Smoked out, smoked out) (Loced out, loc) Uh, I gave you the route, call me navigation Put the glove on my dick like I'm Gary Payton If they sleepin' on me, they will be soon awakened Always showin' love, never catch me hatin' This ain't no cold competition I really be rappin', you should know the difference (the difference) All of my garments are tailored So I chuck you the swagger, but you still do not fit in (fit in) They all up in business Dyin' to know how a young nigga livin' (livin') Tell 'em I'm good, I'm good And I don't gotta explain what's understood If you're zero, you can't be a hero (hero) And your bitch go wherever that we go And I'm cracking their heads like CeeLo And I'm knockin' her down like free throws Swish, bottom of the net, it's easy Swoosh me up, baby Swoosh me up, baby Swoosh me up, baby Swoosh me up, baby Swoosh me up, baby Bounce! (Smoked out, smoked out) (Loced out, loc, loc) (Smoked out, smoked out) (Loced out, loc, loc) (Smoked out, smoked out) (Loced out, loc, loc) (Smoked out, smoked out) (Loced out, loc, loc) (Smoked out, smoked out) (Loced out, loc, loc) (Smoked out, smoked out) (Loced out, loc, loc...)
Writer(s): Marcus Antony Eccleston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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