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Swazy Baby
Swazy Baby
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Quentavious Nance
Quentavious Nance
Songwriter
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Joshua Harvey
Joshua Harvey
Producer

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Yeah yeah yeah yeah Bih my name swazy Figured it out on my own nobody showed me shit Please don't go to acting like a nigga owe you shit You a baller got all the points but ain't got no assists You can say you love me but through your actions I ain't notice it Married to the money ain't got no ring on You can call all you want imma let it ring on Better stop playing with me I'm tryna tame my demons Feed my family stay outta jail and put my team on Everybody having opinions bout my life like I can Take em and pay a bill with it I don't really trust nobody I'm still iffy Nobody show you love till you a mill ticket Man I been through hell tryna run my digits up See when you been through hell you learn not to give a fuck Bout niggas having more when they ain't real as ya Man only time can tell cause it don't fit with us Fuck your opinion yeen feeding me On the motherfuckin' sideline where you need to be you need to be So many bitches wanna be with me I easily Influence influence influence influence influencing They see what I'm doing now they upset Point they fingers at me like they perfect I'm shining look sunny I just want some money Won't let nobody run me Won't let nobody run me Can't let nobody run me Can't let nobody tell ma what they done to me Imma whole nudda kind yeen gone do none to me We get them gas bags fuck up the economy Wrap them bags up just like a mummy I say we wrap them bags up just like a mummy I came from nothing now I'm somebody with something uh Nigga don't talk if you gone talk talk m's I ain't really with the talking Got attention when I walk in But I ain't worried bout none of them Chances of taking something it's slim bim Knowing you a shrimp At the bottom of the ocean who the fuck gave you the notion To play with my bread I send a hitter with that toaster leave a nigga toasted I don't go nowhere without that glock I don't go nowhere without that glock I drank but I don't wanna take no shots No no I don't wanna take no shots Gotta protect myself from all my enemies Some of the people I thought was my friends really envy me Sorry I can't deal with none of your energy I know my worth now Nigga that's what done got into me I really ain't tryna buy what they selling Sinning doing right wonder if he die and go to heaven yea If he die and go to heaven Send some shots at yo melon Niggas go to stressing when them bags ain't selling yeah
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