Letra de Swereve
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As I was crippled seeing this
Flow for days up in the boof
No wonder why I miss it
Flow for days up in the boof
No wonder why I miss it
If the jug and I
Flip words I'm the genie in the bottle
Strictly in provision I'm the nigger who would do it for
For the fain for the layout
I'm the one
The bud burning slowly as I dominate the light head
As they flow so impeccable
I did you right that
Four cabs so heavy
Hosting as they asking
Is they really ready
Deviate and raise yourself
Put your place people killing rap
Doubt that you got what it takes
Fuck it I rap a lot
Say too much for you seeking residual
Every individual critical
Then I get this shit
Spread it to the masses
Everyone to hit it she gonna blame that it's a classic nigger
Predictable
Rhythm what he in it for
Feeling with the word
DJ what you spinning for
Wavy kinda chilling though
Kill'em got them rhythm though
Never wait to spit it slow
Down to the minimum, wonder who I get it from
Lost a couple friends but trust me I'd be there from
I remember when this shit was strictly for the fun
Yeah
Hold up, prolly out of your frequency range
Trying to reach the masses with your musical change
Chillin cause I'm cruising my laying swerving
You ain't gotta spit it causer I rise for certain
Rid then I'm flowing to the vibe
In the bong about to take a rip
Shit, I'm trying to kill it when I scribble flows
People say I'm waiting on my album so I'm pretty stove
On your speakers with the greatest of sounds
I never settle for the beats and raps I gotta kill it
Nigger show the fuck it makes the stone feel it
I party shit time is now all I got left
Saying little nigger J bow making rhymes and
Is doing it at the time now
Predictable
Rhythm what he in it for
Feeling with the word
DJ what you spinning for
Wavy kinda chilling though
Kill'em got them rhythm though
Never wait to spit it slow
Down to the minimum, wonder who I get it from
Lost a couple friends but trust me I'd be there from
I remember when this shit was strictly for the fun
Yeah
Flip words I'm the genie in the bottle
Strictly in provision I'm the nigger who would do it for
For the fain for the layout
I'm the one
The bud burning slowly as I dominate the light head
As they flow so impeccable
I did you right that
Four cabs so heavy
Hosting as they asking
Is they really ready
Deviate and raise yourself
Put your place people killing rap
Doubt that you got what it takes
Fuck it I rap a lot
Say too much for you seeking residual
Every individual critical
Then I get this shit
Spread it to the masses
Everyone to hit it she gonna blame that it's a classic nigger
Predictable
Rhythm what he in it for
Feeling with the word
DJ what you spinning for
Wavy kinda chilling though
Kill'em got them rhythm though
Never wait to spit it slow
Down to the minimum, wonder who I get it from
Lost a couple friends but trust me I'd be there from
I remember when this shit was strictly for the fun
Yeah
Hold up, prolly out of your frequency range
Trying to reach the masses with your musical change
Chillin cause I'm cruising my laying swerving
You ain't gotta spit it causer I rise for certain
Rid then I'm flowing to the vibe
In the bong about to take a rip
Shit, I'm trying to kill it when I scribble flows
People say I'm waiting on my album so I'm pretty stove
On your speakers with the greatest of sounds
I never settle for the beats and raps I gotta kill it
Nigger show the fuck it makes the stone feel it
I party shit time is now all I got left
Saying little nigger J bow making rhymes and
Is doing it at the time now
Predictable
Rhythm what he in it for
Feeling with the word
DJ what you spinning for
Wavy kinda chilling though
Kill'em got them rhythm though
Never wait to spit it slow
Down to the minimum, wonder who I get it from
Lost a couple friends but trust me I'd be there from
I remember when this shit was strictly for the fun
Yeah
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