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Swiss Cheese

 

Swiss Cheese

(álbum: Snubnose - 2019)


My soul bleeding from beating up demons beneath the surface
I'm the freak from the circus that's eating from inking these verses
Keep the heat for the leeches and serpents, creeping and lurking
Immediate urgent, in need of a surgeon, just to cease all the leaking and squirting the day that you meet me in person
Drinking this bourbon, vehicle swerving, avoiding the median
I can't tell if you're an MC or a comedian 'cause I keke every time they put your CD in

Okay, according to the hand on my tick tock, Grip got hip-hop in a Ziploc
Big Glock, wanna lick shots? If not, kick rocks
I continue on to the tip top, uh, no such thing as a pit stop, bitch, hop

Off a nigga dick, please
Nothing come between the green
Hit a lick, bitch, please
Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese
Off a nigga dick, please
Nothing come between the green
Hit a lick, bitch, please
Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese

Hey, your boy already know what the fuck going on, man
You know what I'm sayin'? Nigga in this bitch and the hood nigga bust down on me, nigga
Ain't no nigga finna run up on me
Aye, bro, why that car going so slow? Oh, shit

Niggas got too many holes in their stories, these niggas see-through, uh
We don't believe you, you need more people, equal to no mortal man
My sword in hand, was always ready when war began
Back when I used to rap in a Ford sedan
Back on the porch, packing a torch, rappers is dorks
Never whip crack with a fork but claim they trap as a course
Come to the hood, they clap at your Porsche with lack of remorse
Bullet holes in your passenger doors

Okay, according to the hand on my tick tock, Grip got hip-hop in a Ziploc
Big Glock, wanna lick shots? If not, kick rocks
I continue on to the tip top, uh, no such thing as a pit stop, bitch, hop

Off a nigga dick, please
Nothing come between the green
Hit a lick, bitch, please
Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese
Off a nigga dick, please
Nothing come between the green
Hit a lick, bitch, please
Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese

feito

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