Swift los oww
Ha ha swerve
Yuh
Huh
Yeah
Your favorite rapper likes to lift 9s
Till he jammed up then he 69
I dont pop beans i rather recline
Off a xan bar and some me time
Young swift nigga break a bitch spine
Target hairlines with the carbine
Im on cloud 9 with my canines
Tryna hang glide cuz we hate times
Finna sky dive outta G5
With my eye's blind screaming f*ck life
Leave her tongue tied on a cold night
Said I love you thats a damn lie
When you get piped then its bye bye
Got the sacks packed in the tube sock
Send a mass blast gotta new crop
If you have cash gotta come shop
Im a beast boy tryna f*ck on a raven
Flow cold as a chiller by kraven
Godlike send a nigga to satan
Third Reich how a nigga dictating
2012 tyga shit i be faded
I'll deploy em i aint toying no playing
Digging in yo hoe like im excavating
And you aint on shit like yo ass constipated
Your favorite rapper likes to lift 9s
Till he jammed up then he 69
I dont pop beans i rather recline
Off a xan bar and some me time
Young swift nigga break a bitch spine
Target hairlines with the carbine
Im on cloud 9 with my canines
Tryna hang glide cuz we hate times
Comin down goin up
Pourin up slowing up
Chosen one I am he is me
Swift supreme
Comin down goin up
Pourin up slowing up
Chosen one I am he is me
Swift supreme
Looking in your eyes to peep the vibe
You niggas cant even get this high
And you know the boy only on the rise
I heard pride might lead to my demise
I thought real niggas never write a statement
But i guess it was a lie the times are changing
But i still only build off that foundation
How could i fall ill to pig persuasion? nigga
F*ck it tho the winter warm the summer cold
Tuck the dro poe some more
Niggas judis
Papers prove it
No excuses
Damn my nigga you a dufus
Squeeze the piece
Release the heat
The blood in streets
The mamas weep
When gangster creep
I hate you rappers
Fact trappers
Straight actors
You aint no seran wrapper
Your favorite rapper likes to lift 9s
Till he jammed up then he 69
I dont pop beans i rather recline
Off a xan bar and some me time
Young swift nigga break a bitch spine
Target hairlines with the carbine
Im on cloud 9 with my canines
Tryna hang glide cuz we hate times
Walk out... nigga walk out
$wift Zae/$wift the Gxd - Hang Glide Lyrics
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Swift los oww
Ha ha swerve
Yuh
Huh
Yeah
Your favorite rapper likes to lift 9s
Till he jammed up then he 69
I dont pop beans i rather recline
Off a xan bar and some me time
Young swift nigga break a bitch spine
Target hairlines with the carbine
Im on cloud 9 with my canines
Tryna hang glide cuz we hate times
Finna sky dive outta G5
With my eye's blind screaming f*ck life
Leave her tongue tied on a cold night
Said I love you thats a damn lie
When you get piped then its bye bye
Got the sacks packed in the tube sock
Send a mass blast gotta new crop
If you have cash gotta come shop
Im a beast boy tryna f*ck on a raven
Flow cold as a chiller by kraven
Godlike send a nigga to satan
Third Reich how a nigga dictating
2012 tyga shit i be faded
I'll deploy em i aint toying no playing
Digging in yo hoe like im excavating
And you aint on shit like yo ass constipated
Your favorite rapper likes to lift 9s
Till he jammed up then he 69
I dont pop beans i rather recline
Off a xan bar and some me time
Young swift nigga break a bitch spine
Target hairlines with the carbine
Im on cloud 9 with my canines
Tryna hang glide cuz we hate times
Comin down goin up
Pourin up slowing up
Chosen one I am he is me
Swift supreme
Comin down goin up
Pourin up slowing up
Chosen one I am he is me
Swift supreme
Looking in your eyes to peep the vibe
You niggas cant even get this high
And you know the boy only on the rise
I heard pride might lead to my demise
I thought real niggas never write a statement
But i guess it was a lie the times are changing
But i still only build off that foundation
How could i fall ill to pig persuasion? nigga
F*ck it tho the winter warm the summer cold
Tuck the dro poe some more
Niggas judis
Papers prove it
No excuses
Damn my nigga you a dufus
Squeeze the piece
Release the heat
The blood in streets
The mamas weep
When gangster creep
I hate you rappers
Fact trappers
Straight actors
You aint no seran wrapper
Your favorite rapper likes to lift 9s
Till he jammed up then he 69
I dont pop beans i rather recline
Off a xan bar and some me time
Young swift nigga break a bitch spine
Target hairlines with the carbine
Im on cloud 9 with my canines
Tryna hang glide cuz we hate times
Walk out... nigga walk out
Ha ha swerve
Yuh
Huh
Yeah
Your favorite rapper likes to lift 9s
Till he jammed up then he 69
I dont pop beans i rather recline
Off a xan bar and some me time
Young swift nigga break a bitch spine
Target hairlines with the carbine
Im on cloud 9 with my canines
Tryna hang glide cuz we hate times
Finna sky dive outta G5
With my eye's blind screaming f*ck life
Leave her tongue tied on a cold night
Said I love you thats a damn lie
When you get piped then its bye bye
Got the sacks packed in the tube sock
Send a mass blast gotta new crop
If you have cash gotta come shop
Im a beast boy tryna f*ck on a raven
Flow cold as a chiller by kraven
Godlike send a nigga to satan
Third Reich how a nigga dictating
2012 tyga shit i be faded
I'll deploy em i aint toying no playing
Digging in yo hoe like im excavating
And you aint on shit like yo ass constipated
Your favorite rapper likes to lift 9s
Till he jammed up then he 69
I dont pop beans i rather recline
Off a xan bar and some me time
Young swift nigga break a bitch spine
Target hairlines with the carbine
Im on cloud 9 with my canines
Tryna hang glide cuz we hate times
Comin down goin up
Pourin up slowing up
Chosen one I am he is me
Swift supreme
Comin down goin up
Pourin up slowing up
Chosen one I am he is me
Swift supreme
Looking in your eyes to peep the vibe
You niggas cant even get this high
And you know the boy only on the rise
I heard pride might lead to my demise
I thought real niggas never write a statement
But i guess it was a lie the times are changing
But i still only build off that foundation
How could i fall ill to pig persuasion? nigga
F*ck it tho the winter warm the summer cold
Tuck the dro poe some more
Niggas judis
Papers prove it
No excuses
Damn my nigga you a dufus
Squeeze the piece
Release the heat
The blood in streets
The mamas weep
When gangster creep
I hate you rappers
Fact trappers
Straight actors
You aint no seran wrapper
Your favorite rapper likes to lift 9s
Till he jammed up then he 69
I dont pop beans i rather recline
Off a xan bar and some me time
Young swift nigga break a bitch spine
Target hairlines with the carbine
Im on cloud 9 with my canines
Tryna hang glide cuz we hate times
Walk out... nigga walk out
Writer: Isaiah Rock
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid