Lyrics:
Swollen Army
Now war money, more money, your money's our money
Stand in our way, we don't play, now you're bloody
Yo I swam through rivers of blood
you in the cut with ya friends and you dancing by ya lonely
Walked up like can I have this dance while that sexyy red goin'
And the way lil mama threw
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
All I need is my Mama
And a bag of California
And a can of Arizona
Give a fuck about
this
Day by day we go dey like this
I wanna take you to your mama your dada
Call your friends and fans make them gather
Just me and you girl no asunder
better when you dance
Chest to the sun with your thoroughbred stance
You gallop to the rhythms of a native drum chant
Your granny must be navajo
Your
of somebodys dance floor like whatever
Drop!
I keep it hood for you baby cause on the down low mama knows what good for you baby
Whats good for me baby
the killers homie
Money hungry, gettin' busy
And the stick up homies
So pick your poison
It be so phony
I got locked up, they couldn't send me a lawyer
Mama told me, don't worry 'bout life
Not everything is Gold in your sight
Everybody is fighting for the perfect lifestyle
But a few of them want
shoulda seen it coming from a million mile
Poison from your lips
Fed up with the days of just letting it slide
Don't hit me with the steel
'Cause my
You niggas don't even know
All that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothin'
Show me somethin' I ain't seen before
That hoe want my piccolo
lack when I came from the trap?
I had to stack all my change, it was mad
My mama told me don't play with a gun
I got some opps, I ain't playing for fun
They always talking bout the baby Mama's and the baby mama drama
Why they don't talk about all that we do?
For the children, for the baby daddy's,
chance y'all even if you can't ball
What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command
And I'm a rock a jam by popular demand
You gone love
Telly pieces
Wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes
My boys & me is poison we don't get along equal
Fight each other like
look good,
Sitting on top of your hood
You don't complain
Bout all them other chicks I be having
Cause you be helping me grab em
Your jewelry made by
L-O-V-E-D, cut poison like B-E-D
Four dimes like D-V-D, from Yonkers to C-P-T
Got my G-E-D in the county, runnin from T-N-T
The pussy free but the crack
If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us
If your feet don't move
When you hear that groove
Then
CAN'T BE US
If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us
If your feet don't move
When you hear that
the smell of my perfume
And by the looks of you, baby, you've had one rough day
So come take a seat here while I dance your blues away
I got the bass
the first round
Got me sipping on your body
Bout ta drown
You know she love
The way I put it down
Lil mama wanna wine for me
Lil mama wanna twerk in
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
your body
He started touching on me
Confused my mind is running
I said mama won't like this
He said don't tell nobody
Pin down my hands and legs
And then
your body
He started touching on me
Confused my mind is running
I said mama won't like this
He said don't tell nobody
Pin down my hands and legs
And then
Tastin' on her lips, it feels like poison.
Tastes so sweet, enjoy it.
The weight of life supported by the choices and mistakes.
The voices I've been
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