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Tic (feat. Swank) Video (MV)




Performed By: Maxgod
Length: 3:17
Written by: Max Glaser




Maxgod - Tic (feat. Swank) Lyrics
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Tic, I cannot f*** with a b**** she getting ratchet
And s*** p***** be slacking and s***
Need a b**** slobbin and slapping and s***
She steady clapping and s*** we getting active and s***
I'm gon' tic that flick that whoa fine dime on my h**
Flex up on my ex h** flex up on my ex h** tic that flick that whoa
Fine dime on my hoe flex up my ex h** flex up on my ex h**
Hear no evil like I'm Helen Keller
Spaced out I'm interstellar
This a smack down like I flew United but I tic with finesse so they didn't mind it
Just don't just my intelligence
Crew Einstein's just family and relatives
Lost my mind til' the vision enveloped it
My bars hold weight like a m************ elephant
Won't stop til' my wallet warrant buffet flexing
Like Arnold on my ex and we just getting started
I must start flying charted so I can tic on the plane
Determination turns into exponential gains
Tic, I cannot f*** with a b**** she getting ratchet and s*** p***** be slacking and s***
Need a b**** slobbin and slapping and s***
She steady clapping and s*** we getting active and s***
I'm gon' tic that flick that whoa fine dime on my h**
Flex up on my ex h** flex up on my ex h** tic that flick that whoa
Fine dime on my hoe flex up my ex h** flex up on my ex h**
Hop on the m************ stage man
It's going to be a rage man
Pulled up in a range man
Drop it yeah
I'm gon' be a paid man
Yo thanks for pulling up
I hope you enjoy the show
I've been cooking like I'm Gordon
Trying to make it like I'm Will
Cold world better bundle up
Writing hits in the shuttle bus
Pockets Sumo need a tummy tuck
Rap game ain't for butter cups
Tic, I cannot f*** with a b**** she getting ratchet
And s*** p***** be slacking and s***
Need a b**** slobbin and slapping and s***
She steady clapping and s*** we getting active and s***
I'm gon' tic that flick that whoa fine dime on my h**
Flex up on my ex h** flex up on my ex h** tic that flick that whoa
Fine dime on my hoe flex up my ex h** flex up on my ex h**
Run that s*** back
Doing good now
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Tic, I cannot f*** with a b**** she getting ratchet
And s*** p***** be slacking and s***
Need a b**** slobbin and slapping and s***
She steady clapping and s*** we getting active and s***
I'm gon' tic that flick that whoa fine dime on my h**
Flex up on my ex h** flex up on my ex h** tic that flick that whoa
Fine dime on my hoe flex up my ex h** flex up on my ex h**
Hear no evil like I'm Helen Keller
Spaced out I'm interstellar
This a smack down like I flew United but I tic with finesse so they didn't mind it
Just don't just my intelligence
Crew Einstein's just family and relatives
Lost my mind til' the vision enveloped it
My bars hold weight like a m************ elephant
Won't stop til' my wallet warrant buffet flexing
Like Arnold on my ex and we just getting started
I must start flying charted so I can tic on the plane
Determination turns into exponential gains
Tic, I cannot f*** with a b**** she getting ratchet and s*** p***** be slacking and s***
Need a b**** slobbin and slapping and s***
She steady clapping and s*** we getting active and s***
I'm gon' tic that flick that whoa fine dime on my h**
Flex up on my ex h** flex up on my ex h** tic that flick that whoa
Fine dime on my hoe flex up my ex h** flex up on my ex h**
Hop on the m************ stage man
It's going to be a rage man
Pulled up in a range man
Drop it yeah
I'm gon' be a paid man
Yo thanks for pulling up
I hope you enjoy the show
I've been cooking like I'm Gordon
Trying to make it like I'm Will
Cold world better bundle up
Writing hits in the shuttle bus
Pockets Sumo need a tummy tuck
Rap game ain't for butter cups
Tic, I cannot f*** with a b**** she getting ratchet
And s*** p***** be slacking and s***
Need a b**** slobbin and slapping and s***
She steady clapping and s*** we getting active and s***
I'm gon' tic that flick that whoa fine dime on my h**
Flex up on my ex h** flex up on my ex h** tic that flick that whoa
Fine dime on my hoe flex up my ex h** flex up on my ex h**
Run that s*** back
Doing good now
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Writer: Max Glaser
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