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Melo
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Hip-Hop
Melo was released on October 30, 2020 by Swoosh God as a part of the album SwooshGodSundays
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Release DateOctober 30, 2020
LabelSwoosh God
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Swoosh God
Swoosh God
Performer
Marcus Eccleston
Marcus Eccleston
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Eccleston
Marcus Eccleston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ogwebbie
Ogwebbie
Producer

Lyrics

Yo, Phil Jackson, suck my dick, you heard?
James Dolan, that go for you too, ****
Charles Oakley for president and all that
Free Melo, man
Yeah, uh
I'm feelin' like Melo
I don't get no calls
So I got a complain to the ref
These **** be claimin' they ballin' but
They still be doin' the drills at the rec
She told me some shit that I did not
Agree with so I had deleted her text
Right after that, sent me nasty voice note
I can tell that she very upset
But I'm sure she get over it when Rocky pull up in the Rover whip
Inside charcoal, outside same color as Cool Whip
I'm cool on the young, I want older bitch
One that's on come with some benefits
I'm talkin' 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 bitch attacker
I'm fuckin' this bitch while my mom's at home
And then deal with the repercussions of it after
She offer to me while you ask her
Serve the pussy 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 treatin' her rough
I choke on her neck, make her stick out her tongue
Told me let her know when I'm ready to cum
She ready to swallow my daughter and son
I walk in the spot, make my presence known
You walk in the spot, bitches headed home
Fuckin' bitches back to back like marathon
Got her rollin' up weed with no panties on
Told me "2 Door" was her favorite song
When I harmonize, make her pussy warm
I'm always changin' location know that
These **** be watchin' be hatin'
She look at the print through my pants and
Could already tell that a **** Jamaican
When I'm through with the pussy, have her
Shriveled up in the bed like a cook piece of bacon
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Don't rub on that, you block that
You understand? That's alpaca
That's twenty-five thousand dollar alpaca
You block that shit, you don't rub it
Put the club soda on there
You Seinfeld lookin ass motherfucker
Listen, from now on, don't nobody talk to me directly, you understand?
If I fuck, won't ask for forgiveness
If it's not your problem, mind your business
I'm LeBron, all these **** my witness
My new chick booty same size as delicious
Feel so fly in my new Karl Kani
Wearin' garments that you cannot buy
Comin' straight for your neck like a tie
Pipe game rock her ass straight to sleep like a lullaby
I'm always givin' out advice like a Gem in i
If it don't apply to me, I let it fly
Never catch me worryin' 'bout another guy
Man, I am too busy for that
My appearance might run you a stack
When i'm O.T., securin' the bag
Not satisfied 'til I get a plaque
I wonder why all these other **** rap
Written by: Marcus Eccleston
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