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J Toppa - Rittz - Fuck Swag (writeover)
- Yo, stupid motherfuckers dont know what they get into when they go fuck with me
- sucks to see you when you get into some stupid love with these
- rubber sleeves, if you know what i mean?
- Girl, why you think I'm cheatin'? It's like this every weekend
- With all the motherfuckin' guys get the ladies why they drinkin' then
- they peek while they're asleep and then they sneak it in, (whoops, there we go!)
- You're cheap again!
- Currently I'm watching all this shit from a flatscreen
- I'm in some high definition, and my drift is catching
- Your girl just flashed me, she was just passing
- Pick her up and then I'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks
- Kinda lame isn't it if this business isn't nasty?
- Yelawolf shit with Rittz and speakers in the back seat
- welcome to my brain, high enough to fly planes
- get a little bit a this and bitches cannot catch me
- 2:30 in the mornin', steady but I'm soarin'
- Can't feel my hands or my face but man the drugs are never borin'
- I've always wanted freedom so free I became
- Since knee high, I see lies, and here I'm deranged
- Here lies the blame, the better times that never came
- Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.
- Feeling so drained, nah I can't ever be the same
- Thinkin' about the tangled memories that's harbored in my brain
- (Fuck yes.)
- Fuck Swag x8
- (Inturlude) 4 measures "Rap shit's crazy for sure.. ""Fuck swag" "Yup, here it comes"
- Everybody wanna tell me how, they wanna tell me when
- wanna try to get me out the game, I play to win
- failure ain't a fuckin' option gotta make it bend
- locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them
- But then I break within, clean the slate again
- so many rappers and the music's got to play for them
- If i can't just be rappin' for a hobby than shit, I ain't never comin' back
- let the games begin
- I said I need another bottle, these pills are hard to swallow
- and if you say you cant swallow then I say you're fucked
- You better go and figure it out, instead of pout, get out now before
- you go and push your luck
- Naw I'm done fuckin' around, I'll put it down
- If I can't get money I'd rather be down some pounds
- Head spinnin' like a Ferris Wheel, round and round,
- They put my name on fuckin Platinum, gold is pound for pound.
- I'm hearin' this shit, your rhymes are sour tastin' like lime
- Your shit's fromunda cheese, I fucking wasted my time
- actin' like I'm a dump truck, dumpin' this trash over your night grind
- Get picked, then you say you gotta lickitty split, put these motherfuckers to rest
- like it was past they fuckin night time
- Exit: J Toppa... this Hosh Jobson... Shoutout to all the homies.
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