sh*t Freestyle (Swave Session 2) lyrics

by

Tory Lanez



[Intro]
(sh*t!)
Hahaha
Tim Curry mixed
n*ggas hold it down
We One Umbrella n*gga
We under no one
(sh*t!)
f*ck all y'all n*ggas
(Ear Drummers!)
It's ours n*gga
(Mike WiLL Made-It)

[Verse]
Now I heard word around the road is n*ggas wanna murder me
Pull up in the spot with that fire like it's work for me
'Cause I can murder n*ggas without going on a murder spree
'Cause I sold so much hoes the dream that they'll go out and murk for free
I told that cash I see that though
You soft but I can't see that low
She say she want my kid I say "b*tch, you must be La Vida Lo"
n*ggas talking down but I'm not 'round 'cause I can't be that broke
I talk this cash, she walk that ass, I bought that bag, I need that ho
I told 'em
These n*ggas talking money but they never had
I'm back to putting carats in the whip, and rapping, n*ggas spend a hundred on a shoe to put them in the cask'
I ain't doing talking dog just make it happen
I keep a b*tch that's cool enough to make me happy
I take that pus*y from her then I take a nap, a hundred bunch of bullets waiting for you and your favorite rapper
These n*ggas started whipping all yola
But n*gga that don't mean you a soldier
Even if the codeine in your soda
I would've tripped a dope Beemer and stole her
Listen, you muhf*ckers couldn't match a n*gga hustle, your shawty rushing, j*rking, sucking to catch a n*gga coming
You know, young fella, I'm Umbrella, and to these chicks a n*gga di*k a number one seller
Young telling these women to c*m, some yelling they dribble they tongue, while swallowing c*m, I'm villain that's drilling them dumb
Uh, I get that vanilla filling I'm done
I'm the one, I get that feeling from drilling your hun
Getting some, burning b*tches like I'm sitting in the Sun
Show a n*gga some, do it like you owe a n*gga some
Hoes getting dumb, panties on you know I'm getting numb
Load a n*gga drum, blow it till you know a n*gga c*m
Uh, I kill a motherf*cker on the beat
Hit it like the b*tch done got me f*cking on repeat
I told her go and get it like she f*cking on the street
'Cause she know a n*gga in it like I'm stuck up underneath
Oh, a n*gga balling
All Globetrotter n*ggas, new Louis, can't f*ck with my old ho Prada
Cash n*gga, you can see me with a rose gold bottle
Fashion n*gga, I might f*ck her with a Polo condom, n*gga
Hold up
Who the f*ck told them they were soldiers?
When I was 14 I was homeless
Now I'm richer than a b*tch and now the owner
Young thug and my chain is a stoner
With a blood plug and the plate stolen
And that pus*y, that sh*t mine
Might as well tat' a young n*gga name on it
You say you from the dot n*gga, you ain't seen us seeing, n*gga
Put me on the spot, said my di*k, she won't see it, n*gga
n*ggas talking down but they really wanna be him, n*gga
It's that flying foreign, young n*gga Argentina, n*gga
Canada!
(sh*t!)
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