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Swole
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Swole was released on May 31, 2023 by Briickz Gang Ent as a part of the album Lost In The City
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Release DateMay 31, 2023
LabelBriickz Gang Ent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rafael Bush
Rafael Bush
Songwriter

Lyrics

Haaa
Check
Briickz Gang Shit, Aye
On the same shit
I got bitches ask when they gone see me again
I don't know, you could be my lil friend
Ride through hood, chop me the top off this coupe
When I slide, I don't need me no roof on this Benz
Like Lonzo just give me 2, I'ma shoot, I don't dance
Hop in the booth, aint no pen or a pad
Wrapping up work to keep customers glad
My pocket swole, damn it look like her ass
Ran it up, tryna hide me this bankroll
Know that it can't fold
I'm on the same old shit
Seen ya bro with the same old bitch
Whole gang hit, she like the same ole dick
Switching my bitch, how im switching my fits
Try n talk down, now that lil boy in a ditch
I been having my way, how she having a fit
Bitch always mad i'm out selling this shit
Need a 3.5 then i'm scaling that shit
Need you a plate, then i'm mailing that bitch
Sean Taylor, how the drac usually hit
If they hungry, I got dogfood for a pit
On my neck, this just some seasonal drip
From the 9, I'm feeling like Brees where my chip
Frozone how this ice usually hit
If she Harry like Potter, i'm sweeping the witch
Acting strange, **** already know ain't no need for no aim
All the glocks came w a switch
Ran-up 400, ain't talking bout track
If you walk in this club, you could get you a quack
Dope so pure, make ya father relapse
One hit of that dope & my father collapsed
Probably why I was out shooting them cap guns
Tryna get me a cap, huh
Stuck in the trap, huh
I'm fucking this bitch in the same clothes
To fuck her, might need you a bankroll
My buz pushing P, he tryna mask up like Freddie
But you know you gotta slide a young **** that bankroll
Spin on they block till they dead
Spin on they block till it's red
I ain't talking no saints rows
I ran it up by the caseload
Tubman moving shit through the railroads
No need to be tapping this cellphone
I got bitches ask when they gone see me again
I don't know, you could be my lil friend
Ride through hood, chop me the top off this coupe
When I slide, I don't need me no roof on this Benz
Like Lonzo just give me 2, i'ma shoot, I don't dance
Hop in the booth, aint no pen or a pad
Wrapping up work to keep customers glad
My pocket swole, damn it look like her ass
My pockets swole damn it look like her what
My pockets swole damn it look like her ass
Ye
My pockets swole damn it look like her ass
Written by: Rafael Bush
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