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"Swear to God"

[intro:]
KILLA, Kold Killa hoeee

[Hook: Kold Killa]
I swear to God, hoe (I swear to God hoe)
b*tch you late, hoe (b*tch you late, hoe)
Catch up I can’t relate, hoe (I can’t relate, hoe)
I swear to God, hoe (I swear to God hoe)
b*tch you late, hoe (b*tch you late, hoe)
Catch up I can’t relate, hoe (I can’t relate, hoe)

[Verse 1: Kold Killa]
Lil b*tch but I got hella heart, swear to God on my momma been bout it from the start (lil b*tch)
Pretty b*tch but, don’t get that sh*t confused, I’ll molly whop yo ass then make that b*tch clean my shoes (goofy)
Swear to God, I ain’t scared of no b*tch, I was beating b*tches up as a kid real sh*t (on my momma)
Swear To God I been setting all the trends, monkey see money do ass b*tches y’all some fans (what the f*ck?!)
Swear to God I really got it out the mud, nobody ever gave me sh*t so my hustle hand tough (yea yea)
Swear to God I been breaking all the rules, b*tch if you ain’t my mama you can’t tell me what to do
(You can’t tell me what to do)
Swear to God my b*tch fight, I’m fighting too (wassup?) ain’t no one on one’s, that’s just how we move (goofy)
Swear to God if I f*ck him then he stuck, b*tch this pus*y gold b*tch it’s good luck (ooh ooh)
Swear to God if I got it you got it too (yea) b*tch I break bread if I’m fed then you fed (on my mama)
Swear to God y’all do everything I do (what the f*ck) b*tch you ain’t Killa, b*tch be you

[Hook: Kold Killa]
I swear to God, hoe (I swear to God hoe)
b*tch you late, hoe (b*tch you late, hoe)
Catch up I can’t relate, hoe (I can’t relate, hoe)
I swear to God, hoe (I swear to God hoe)
b*tch you late, hoe (b*tch you late, hoe)
Catch up I can’t relate, hoe (I can’t relate, hoe)

[Verse 2: Bando]
I swear to God I been that b*tch, I swear to God I tote them sticks
I swear to God if any b*tch run up I’ll lay down her sh*t (beat her ass)
I swear to God I run that trap whatever I spend on make it back (lil b*tch)
Ain’t none of you hoes really cut like me and b*tch that’s straight facts
I swear to God I’m making bands and, on my mama I’ll take yo man
Lil broke b*tch don’t even talk to me, if money ain’t in yo plan (yea)
I swear to God I love my shooter, yea Shay Shay still my shooter (I love that b*tch)
For you hoes that’s moving funny, make a move that K gon do ya (brrrrr barrrarrrr)
I swear to God I wish a b*tch would lil b*tch quit trying to act hood
Pull up on you quick and smoke your ass like a backwood
Got Killa riding with me sh*t ain’t sweet, nah sh*t ain’t no good
I swear to God you hoes gon really hate us when we turn up (b*tch)
I swear to God, I don’t need a n*gga for sh*t but a quick nut
And after that I be ready to dip, I don’t give no f*cks (I don’t care)
I swear to God, my dad ask me everyday if I sell drugs
Little do he know I really trap I’m really with the plug (I’m really trappin)

[Hook: Kold Killa]
I swear to God, hoe (I swear to God hoe)
b*tch you late, hoe (b*tch you late, hoe)
Catch up I can’t relate, hoe (I can’t relate, hoe)
I swear to God, hoe (I swear to God hoe)
b*tch you late, hoe (b*tch you late, hoe)
Catch up I can’t relate, hoe (I can’t relate, hoe)

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