Too Swift

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Hee He He He
Hee He He He
Hee He Ha Haaaa

Walked in the bitch wit a pack
(Pack)
Walked out that bitch with a check
(Check)
I walked right down on ya bitch
(Who)
I told her give me some neck
(Now)
If you walk into my crib
(Who)
You better give me respect
(Now)
I need my money today
(Who)
Don't make me call and collect
(Ha Haaa)
I put my knee in ya bitch
(Hu)
It only take me a sec
(Sec)
I send her back to ya crib
(Crib)
She looked disheveled at best
(Sheesh)
I push that wig to the left
I had her saving her breath
Fuck a throat she just gave me her chest
I'm black on a jet
I got my l in my right
While my kids she been tryna digest
(Ha Haaa)
My watch need Piagets
I need a yacht with a deck
With 3 bitches tryna relax
I got a sack
I threw a o in the trunk
But the cops smell the weed on my breath
Now he wanna check
I hopped out high as a bat
But still aced my sobriety test
He went and ran my address
He saw I'm strait from the burbs
He said I'm good so I left

Damn dude
What's with the attitude
You're mad I ain't go to school
But I make more than you
I be like damn dude
What's with the attitude
You mad I be rocking jewels
And I made ya bitch fuck for food
I be like
Damn dude
What's with the attitude
You're mad I ain't go to school
But I make more than you
I be like damn dude
What's with the attitude
You mad I be rocking jewels
And I made ya bitch fuck for food

I be like damn
I just seen an ass so fat
I forgot what the fuck I was doing
(There it go right there)
They call me harden
I don't give a fuck who signed
You know a nigga is shooting
(there he go right there)
Aw damn
I called my plug for a P
And I broke it to 16 units
(ha ha ha ha)
Aw damn
I kept a circle for me
Cause you know I be lighting the budda
(Sheesh sheesh shees)
4 grams
You get a 8th from me
I'll make ya bitch look stupid
(He He He He)
No hands
She took the whole damn thing
I call her throat lil goofy
(He He He He)
Romance
I don't do none of that shit
I just throw her in back of a uber
(He He He He)
Whoa damn
Why are you calling my phone
I just sent ya ho back over to you
(He He Ha Haaa)
Aww damn
Wait that's it

Naw fuck that shit

Damn dude
What's with the attitude
You're mad I ain't go to school
But I make more than you
I be like damn dude
What's with the attitude
You mad I be rocking jewels
And I made ya bitch fuck for food
I be like
Damn dude
What's with the attitude
You're mad I ain't go to school
But I make more than you
I be like damn dude
What's with the attitude
You mad I be rocking jewels
And I made ya bitch fuck for food
I be like damn

(Hee He He He)
(Hee He Ha Haaaa)
(Hee He He He)
(Hee He Ha Haaaa)



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Writer(s): Michael Bush
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