paroles de chanson SWANTON BOMB - MaKalani
Yeah
This
for
the
real
ones
right
here
Anybody
that
been
let
down
in
they
life,
forreal
Oh
my
god,
is
that
Lowlife
Ay,
life
too
short
to
worried
bout
a
bitch
I'm
in
LV,
middle
finger
pose
for
my
pics
Bitch
it's
Lani
Worrld
nigga,
he
too
cold
for
this
shit
Head
up,
standing
tall,
ten
toes
in
the
bitch
Bitch
I'm
outta
state,
getting
hella
blowed
on
these
trips
She
got
a
bald
pussy,
see
the
Amber
Rose
in
this
bitch
She
a
bad
hoe,
doing
hella
strokes
in
her
ribs
Brody
tryna
get
a
bag,
I'ma
coach
him
so
he
win
Make
yo
bitch
fall
in
love,
she
get
a
dabble
of
this
potion
By
myself
chasing
money,
God
the
only
the
one
that's
coaching
I
don't
listen
to
the
devil,
he
be
creepin'
on
my
shoulder
He
got
2020
vision,
bet
this
choppa
lose
his
focus
Got
my
foot
on
the
pedal,
I'ma
keep
the
bag
in
motion
Bitch
don't
come
into
my
life
with
them
silly
ass
emotions
If
she
really
fuck
with
me
then
I'ma
treat
her
like
a
token
When
I
get
a
fuckin'
mil
I'ma
keep
my
haters
posted
Swanton
Bomb
in
the
pussy
when
I
splash
down
Never
hit
it
raw
but
I
make
sure
I
lay
the
smack
down
Give
me
my
respect
or
I'ma
fuckin'
break
the
glass
down
Rappin
in
the
stu,
I
wasn't
thinkin'
bout
no
cap
and
gown
(Hell
nah)
I
can
have
the
last
laugh
now
How
ironic,
back
in
grade
school
I
was
the
class
clown
Used
to
be
a
lover,
all
I
think
about
is
racks
now
Pull
her
tracks
out,
feel
like
Yeezy
when
I
spaz
out
(When
I
spaz
out)
What
the
fuck
you
think
you
finna
do?
You
say
and
do
a
lot
of
bullshit,
cappin
through
his
tooth
I'ma
push
the
pedal
to
the
metal
if
I'm
in
a
coupe
Screaming
at
the
mic
like
Nirvana
when
I'm
in
the
booth
Internet
niggas,
I
feel
shade
when
I'm
in
the
room
Hip
to
these
hoes,
so
don't
take
for
another
fool
Niggas
really
bitches,
they
don't
get
it
so
I'm
bouta
loop
(Niggas
really
bitches,
they
don't
get
it
so
I'm
bouta
loop)
Throw
a
couple
bands
in
they
face
make
them
feel
dumb
Pullin'
up
with
white
low
dunks,
them
is
not
One's
I
ain't
seen
you
at
no
cook
outs,
bro
you
is
not
cuz
Talk
like
you
infinity
and
beyond,
bro
you
is
not
buzz
Bro
with
the
strap
on
FaceTime
tryna
kill
something
You
ain't
tryna
help
yo
man's
out,
you
a
real
bum
Swear
I
had
to
get
called
broke
to
get
my
money
up
99
problems,
one
reason
I
don't
give
a
fuck
Swanton
Bomb
in
the
pussy
when
I
splash
down
Never
hit
it
raw
but
I
make
sure
I
lay
the
smack
down
Give
me
my
respect
or
I'ma
fuckin'
break
the
glass
down
Rappin
in
the
stu,
I
wasn't
thinkin'
bout
no
cap
and
gown
(Hell
nah)
I
can
have
the
last
laugh
now
How
ironic,
back
in
grade
school
I
was
the
class
clown
Used
to
be
a
lover,
all
I
think
about
is
racks
now
Pull
her
tracks
out,
feel
like
Yeezy
when
I
spaz
out
(When
I
spaz
out)
Don't
get
it
twisted,
this
rap
shit
is
mine,
motherfucker
It's
not
a
fuckin'
game
Fuck
what
you
heard
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