paroles de chanson Swang - JT

Just a young bitch from the bottom
But it's lookin' lonely at the top (damn)
These hoes want smoke, I bet they flop
And if you playin' neutral when it's up, you an opp
If I found out you're flaw, ho, the picture gettin' cropped (snip)
Bitch gettin' blocked

Slap JT, what they hollerin' 'bout? (the fuck?)
What y'all hoes smokin' on, molly rock? (damn)
That ain't how you livin'
Went from hittin' licks to them millions
A boss-ass bitch what it's givin' (always)
Soon as I jumped out the feds
I went to the bank and I went and got ahead (yeah)

I've been through a lot, had to pay my dues for some bad choices
Now I'm hated by a bitch with a man voice
I'm just gettin' to the bag, what they mad for?
It ain't addin' up, these hoes need a math course
Talk behind my back and they smile in my face
But I'm puttin' names on it, I ain't givin' bitches grace (nah, period)

Let me cook though (cook)
Hold up, let me cook though
This ain't the Shade Room blogs or the TV, ho

Better swing when you see me, ho (swing when you see me, ho)
Tighten up, better swing when you see me, ho
Switched up on me, dang, that was easy, ho (fuck ho)
But if it's smoke, you better swing when you see me, ho

And I don't hide, bitch, I hang like the TV, ho
Birkin bag full of cheese, baked ziti, ho
Rocks in my ear, can't hear all the shit-talkin'
How you trollin' and you sittin' in the WIC office? (bitch)
I don't fuck with the help, I do big bosses
Pussy ho, you got a letter from your rent office (damn)
What's tea? Shit gettin' out of hand
Bitch, you love to talk shit when you really is a fan

Let me cook though
Hold up, let me cook though
This ain't the Shade Room blogs or the TV, ho
If it's some pressure, better swing when you see me, ho
Better swing when you see me, ho
Tighten up, better swing when you see me, ho
Switched up on me, dang, that was easy, ho
But if it's smoke, you better swing when you see me, ho