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swig whiskey - mind games كلمات الأغنية

wooh!
s w i g
s to the motherf_cking w i g
motherf_cker

knocking folks over i’m just here chilling cow tipping
yeah i’m known to murder beats sh_t grinning booze sipping
if they try to mack on me i’m king lipping ain’t kneeling
only taking one shot to hit these p_ssies in their feelings
try and catch this lone star you gon’ fumble over
cause i’m always shooting far just hit a mars rover
you ain’t got no f_cking scars you just a level lower
scared and hiding in the grass till i get the lawn mower
they say they gonna pull up but ain’t own a single bar
yeah they getting mad with hissy fits cause i won from the start
the d_mn govt cannot catch me i go way too hard
if they got a problem then i’ll solve it with a single shot

breaking every mirror till my hands are shards of crystal
constructing arms of war i’m staying clear with glass missiles
got blood all on my windows from k!lling with stained pistols
i launch refracted nukes while your bomb is a clear fizzle

who the f_ck wanna hop on this ride
who the f_ck wanna have their own line
and who the f_ck thinking that i rely
none you f_cks understanding my mind
rocking this sh_t like pantera from the 90’s
but only leaving home when it’s dark out and nightly
if they capping outta lid then they gonna meet the righty
strut up into this sh_t like “who the f_ck is whitey?”
what the f_ck they gon’ do they ain’t got a single clue
give myself an interview to find my long lost screw
but once i f_cking find it imma build sh_t and p_wn it
once the freight train starts there ain’t no way to stop it
i’m the lone star letterman chilling cutting and k!lling ’em
busy repping bait on hooks i’m always catching and reeling ’em
stepping up into my lane without a permit so i’m billing ’em
these f_cking p_ssies talking sh_t i ain’t even hearing ’em
reach a new height while i got ’em screaming shouting like “what!”
i’m the real sh_t with the words you just cover it up
hitting the game with f_cking southern longh_rn powered uppercuts
i’ll be six feet down before i give this sh_t up

breaking every mirror till my hands are shards of crystal
constructing arms of war staying clear with glass missiles
got blood all on my windows from k!lling with stained pistols
i launch refracted nukes while your bomb is a clear fizzle

who the f_ck wanna hop on this ride
who the f_ck wanna have their own line
and who the f_ck thinking that i rely
none you f_cks understanding my mind
breaking every mirror till my hands are shards of crystal
constructing arms of war staying clear with glass missiles
got blood all on my windows from k!lling with stained pistols
i launch refracted nukes while your bomb is a clear fizzle

who the f_ck wanna hop on this ride
who the f_ck wanna have their own line
and who the f_ck thinking that i rely
none you f_cks understanding my mind
i said who the f_ck wanna hop on this ride
who the f_ck wanna have their own line
and who the f_ck thinking that i rely
none you f_cks understanding my mind

- swig whiskey

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