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tzb - swayze freestyle ii lyrics
[produced by niko, scandi, & melo]
[intro: tzb, niko, scandi, & melo]
scandi
a n_gga real swayze, on my machiavelli sh_t, you feel me?
melo, i feel you
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[verse: tzb]
now do it seem like it’s just me, or is it just me?
the way i speak to ‘em, they think i’m livin’ the dream
i only want that aston martin if it’s black like luther king
i’ll be luther vandross if i knew how to sing
i got that gospel for the choir that make an angel get his wings
my n_gga got that fire that put yo’ limb up in a sling
i had that b_tch like mariah, singing like it’s christmas eve
spelling out her desires, i ain’t give that hoe nothin’ but d
drive her up the wall ‘til that b_tch is on e
she said i got the juice, but the plug ain’t me
i hit my texas n_gga like, “she want the high, c”
like papa john, i hate all these n_ggas, honestly
but do whatever it takes to keep that dough around me
f_ck it, one time, they could get this sh_t for free
so they could disregard our lil discrepancy
the end of me will never ever be an enemy
these b_tches all really friendly
cornered n_ggas solo ‘cause they squares on the streets
but when they rolling deep, that’s when they wanna start beef
no bodies on my belt ‘cause this sh_t a chastity
get the f_ck from ‘round me
n_ggas stay cappin’ like they really spike lee
smiled in my face, knowing they ain’t like me
ain’t nuttin’ like me
the whole entire world want a f_cking piece of me
and i mean that sh_t quite literally
either burn me up, or let that b_tch swallow me
life is a wh0re, but don’t treat her horribly
i’m rapping’ like weezy, but this ain’t cmb
n_gga, this is tzb reppin’ cme
cutthroat musik ent. ‘fore the contract was inked
f_ck it, we could draft it up when we link
they want the best spot, talking ‘bout they ‘pushing p’
yeah, they do look handicapped to me
mimicking these n_ggas ‘cause they f_cking parakeets
they don’t want the bread, how the wanna succeed?
man, this b_tch is a trip
i told her suck d_ck, she don’t ever give me lip
you claimed to put out gas, n_gga, i ain’t even trip
i got the sh_t that make ‘em spazz, that’s strictly off of rhythm
i don’t have to boost my sh_t with f_cking instrumentals
my lyrics sound harder as a f_cking a capella
my gas met the standard like that boy rockefeller
said you behind bars, can’t even form a sentence (n_gga)
a n_gga like me been imprisoned
can’t escape from my mind or the planet
sometimes, i don’t even understand it
the thing that make sense is them motherf_ckin’ digits
code, words coerce n_ggas
yeah
code words coerce n_ggas
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