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[Intro: Speech, Owi]
(Giggles) I Swear
[Verse 1: Owi]
Ugh!, Got damn it feel so good
I mean right now I’m in the mood
Don’t pass that… I Just wanna cruise
I need that weed, I need my booze (take a sip sip)
Got damn I’m loose in the back of that crib rolling up
Goons holdin’ up, Lyn in the cup, we don’t give a fuck
We trapping
And I’m laughing, tryna get guap never lacking
Shorty in the back and she backing
Life is a movie and I’m acting (clapping)
Beat hit the base and we wilding
Up in my mind, down in my soul
Tryna figure out what i already know
I’m caught in the line, down on a low
And there’s no stop sign cause your boy’s gotta go (go)
[Verse 2: Speech]
Got damn it feels so bad, thinking ’bout the things that i had
Thinking bout the times that I felt left back all I wanted was to be my dad
Got damn it felt great, the first time I masturbate
But now it feels so good to be fucking these girls without taking them on dates
Got damn it feel amazing, all the herb and green I’m blazing
And I’m drowning my sins and sorrows in the booze and lyn, Got damn I’m fading
Got dammit, hardcore like granite, my heart cemented
Doing all this wrong like a menace
Swimming on the land like it’s venice
Never be a prick of a penis
It’s S to the P, smoking S to the K
It’s S to the P, we finna get arrested today
[Verse 3: Owi]
Uh, Stop playing (don’t play, don’t play)
Niggas tryna make a mill, know what I’m saying
I ain’t with the hating (nah)
High as a kite with your girl and we fornicating
I ain’t waiting (waiting on a nigga)
Always on the move throw these bills I ain’t calculating
We be faded (faded, faded)
Puffing that loud yeah yeah we be medicated
Young nigga with some wild dreams
Tryna get my shit out the atlantic ocean
Tryna get cake, cake fresh out the oven
Niggas don’t get the picture, nobody posing
Overdosing on these pills and potions
Steady making moves I put these bills in motion
These bitches ashy men they need some lotion
So I grease ’em up, I need some more
Rap game, ease ’em up, I gives a fuck
Fuck boys, goose or duck, I piece ’em up
Get the money, yeast ’em up, the beast is off
The jig is up
[Verse 4: Speech]
Ouch, You should know what I’m about
Spit these bars when I open up my mouth
It’s funny how the niggas that I vouch for always be the ones that be causing me to doubt more
I used to have a couple velcros
Laced up, got hot then I melt hoes
Waste men, that’s why I used to belt those
All i hear in church these days is how the wealth flows
Switched churches, got a new pastor
It’s the same shit, just a different asshole
We all got drive, I’m on a different route tho
I’m on my high horse, it ain’t ralph tho
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