Testo SWiTCHBLADES - Wett Brain
Testo della canzone SWiTCHBLADES (Wett Brain), tratta dall'album 40mg's To Freedom (pt. 2)
I like dope so good
Ya ain't even need a cotton
I like pussy so good
Pulling out is not a option
Leave dat bitch alone 'cause that lil' hoe is toxic
Sometimes, I throw up
My existence makes me nauseous, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck with the shits
'Cause I'm off of the shits, ayy
Fuck with my clique
'Cause I fuck with my clique, ayy
Ridin' 'round wit' gang
Let it knock, I let it bang
Said, I ran up outta options
Said, I ran up outta options, ayy
Skinny jeans, feel like Peter Pan
I'm da man, Peter Parker, unaware
Few people want me dead
Two twin Glocks, both got red dots
Ain't no missin' when I head shot
Shit is prеtty much a head bop
She a bop, bettеr get the top
She a thug, better get the box
Get a bag then I get the guap
I don't rap, I just talk a lot
Ain't no breakin', Im'ma outta box
Fuck these hoes, what they hollerin' bout?
On the road to a harder route
Hit a pussy in his fuckin' mouth
Give a bitch T Benedict, then I'm out
Smokin' on the stupid loud, my shit dummy loud
Mary Jane, dummy proud
I done walked a 100 miles
Do a hell of bag and I'm out
I ain't never backin' down
Hit 'em with 100 round
Make niggas run around, ungh
I like dope so good
Ya ain't even need a cotton
I like pussy so good
Pulling out is not a option
Leave dat bitch alone 'cause that lil' hoe is toxic
Sometimes, I throw up
My existence makes me nauseous, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck with the shits
'Cause I'm off of the shits, ayy
Fuck with my clique
'Cause I fuck with my clique, ayy
Ridin' 'round wit' gang
Let it knock, I let it bang
Said, I ran up outta options
Said, I ran up outta options, ayy
Ayy
Pull up with Glocks and I shot him out
I went to war, he ain't know what he talkin' 'bout
Hole in his body, he coughing out
Take him for dead and he turn to a zombie now, zombie now
Least you a dead zombie, I been coffin walkin' now I'm web crawlin'
Turn yo' block into a dead army
I'm the devil, time to see yo' red on me
Lil' bitch, runnin' my hands in yo' wallet as I sign a rocket
He talking, we poppin' out
I get the money, I never deposit
He run like a bank and I walk it out
I cut him off like a Roxy, I squeeze and I pop it
We not gonna talk it out
Pull up in the cut I'm cutting out
Come out for combat I'm holding the coffin down
I like dope so good
Ya ain't even need a cotton
I like pussy so good
Pulling out is not a option
Leave dat bitch alone 'cause that lil' hoe is toxic
Sometimes, I throw up
My existence makes me nauseous, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck with the shits
'Cause I'm off of the shits, ayy
Fuck with my clique
'Cause I fuck with my clique, ayy
Ridin' round wit' gang
Let it knock, I let it bang
Said, I ran up outta options
Said, I ran up outta options, ayy
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Writer(s): Mark Evans
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