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sadtrojan – swag كلمات اغاني

[hook: sadtrojan]
why you chasing me? b_tch, chase your bag
walk up in the spot, turned her neck, she like, “who is that?”
she don’t like rappers, told her i don’t rap
’cause i don’t care about her, i just told that girl to lean back
wait, i’m sayin’ that i told that girl to dip
yeah, she want me closer, tuggin’ on my shirt, we hip to hip
when your shorty come home, don’t you kiss her on the lip
you got a 100 dollar microphone, how the f_ck you still ain’t make no hits?

[verse 1: wafflejax]
told my uncle, “f_ck it, gotta man up and get discipline”
abuelo got his license and my papa turned a citizen
nickel bag, it transform a haitian into dominican
still smoked up for my health, like a diabetic need insulin
could’ve f_cked a mommy, make her swallow all my cinnamon
and choke up all my children, mind a murder charge, menacin’
stayed up in the ‘telly, writing music for my levelin’
30 day hibernation, reprogrammin’ my head again
[verse 2: wassgoodlc]
ayy, uh
my dawg keep the fn for adventure time
i don’t even like to rap fast but i can bust a rhyme
i promise, he not the type to grab it but he’ll press fine
for the racks, load the gat, lay him flat for a flatline
i swear to god, you n_ggas softer than juno
sent two, stack two, and we aimin’ for the uno
he the plug, i’m confused, really, who the f_ck do you know?
two big fat b_tches fightin’ over me like sumo, n_gga

[verse 3: sadtrojan]
back and forth on the net, no, i can’t do that
when i step in that b_tch she h_, d_mn
when i step in that b_tch she ask her friend, she like, “who that?”
i been mia from the fakes, i got a new map
rookie of the year, i got silver hangin’ from my ear
she try to call my name, i keep walkin’, like i cannot hear
jesus take the wheel, i’m too slumped, no, i cannot steer
she mad that i don’t text her, that sh_t almost made me shed a tear

[verse 4: wassgoodlc]
hoes callin’ my phone but i can’t answer ’cause i’m on the game
i know they finna skip us, finna diss us, we don’t sound the same
have a n_gga mia, rollin’ paper planes
me and bro a duo, you a duo, pinky and the brain
act like a fan then i throw sammy his chain
ayy, puttin’ on a fan then i’m ’bout to act deranged
ayy, pull up in a van then imagine at the range
if this rap sh_t don’t work, d.b. cooper on the plane
[verse 5: wafflejax]
skinny chico, motherf_cker with the henny pop out
curly locks growin’ out, k!ller, slash, rock out
skinny d_ck measurement, whole ruler, c_ck out
i’m a honest motherf_cker, i don’t need to talk loud
but i do, when a goofy disrespectful, box out
i’ma spare him with the pipe ’cause my fist bust down
i don’t need a d_mn jeweler, heart been a bust down
iced out chrome heart, i don’t trust my hometown
(nah, nah)

[hook: sadtrojan]
why you chasing me? b_tch, chase your bag
walk up in the spot, turned her neck, she like, “who is that?”
she don’t like rappers, told her i don’t rap
’cause i don’t care about her, i just told that girl to lean back
wait, i’m sayin’ that i told that girl to dip
yeah, she want me closer, tuggin’ on my shirt, we hip to hip
when your shorty come home, don’t you kiss her on the lip
he got a 100 dollar microphone, how the f_ck he still ain’t make no hits?

- sadtrojan

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