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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Swoosh God
Künstler:in
Marcus Eccleston
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Marcus Eccleston
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Uh, 516 on my neck now
Groupie hoes don't know how to act now
I don't really talk, I just back out (Cardo got wings)
Give me head, but her brains like plaque out
Turn around, bend her over, blow her back out
When I'm done, I don't care what she chat 'bout
'Cause you know most the time I be
(Smoked out, smoked out)
(Loced out, loc, loc)
Swoosh me up, baby
Swoosh me up, baby
Swoosh me up, baby (woo)
Swoosh me up, baby
(Smoked out, loced out)
Now this that big pimpin'
Dick so big, got me limpin'
Backwood rolled and my Hennessy sippin'
Can't see my eyes, probably shades too tinted
Too hard to choose, gotta keep a few with me
Ridin' down the highway, it send me to hell
Who really my friend? I never can tell
Friendships start nice, but it never end well
Please, save it for later
If the topic is not paper
Grinded real hard for my rep like a skater
Didn't I tell you your boyfriend a hater? (Hater)
Won't you come hang with a player (player)
Girl, one thing for sure, two for certain
None of these bitches is worth it
Baby, I'm awesome, I'm perfect
Be careful who you telling your secrets
Never know who you can beef with (never know)
Same one you callin' your bro
Be the same one leaking out all your deepest secrets
Never catch feelings, just peep shit
Don't talk about it, just be it
Comin' straight from the right beneath shit
She got a man, but I'm the one she wanna be with
(She got a man, but I'm the one) Why?
'Cause they love my new song, it's on replay
So she wanna come hang by the DJ
We run through the bands like a relay
I ain't got no sleep in like three days
But I been smokin' and drinkin'
Don't know what the fuck I been thinkin'
Tryna capture the moment, I'm not blinkin' (woo)
(Smoked out, smoked out)
Uh, swoosh me up, baby
Swoosh me up, baby
Swoosh me up, baby
(Smoked out, smoked out)
(Loced out, loc, loc)
(Smoked out, smoked out)
(Loced out, loc)
Uh, I gave you the route, call me navigation
Put the glove on my dick like I'm Gary Payton
If they sleepin' on me, they will be soon awakened
Always showin' love, never catch me hatin'
This ain't no cold competition
I really be rappin', you should know the difference (the difference)
All of my garments are tailored
So I chuck you the swagger, but you still do not fit in (fit in)
They all up in business
Dyin' to know how a young nigga livin' (livin')
Tell 'em I'm good, I'm good
And I don't gotta explain what's understood
If you're zero, you can't be a hero (hero)
And your bitch go wherever that we go
And I'm cracking their heads like CeeLo
And I'm knockin' her down like free throws
Swish, bottom of the net, it's easy
Swoosh me up, baby
Swoosh me up, baby
Swoosh me up, baby
Swoosh me up, baby
Swoosh me up, baby
Bounce!
(Smoked out, smoked out)
(Loced out, loc, loc)
(Smoked out, smoked out)
(Loced out, loc, loc)
(Smoked out, smoked out)
(Loced out, loc, loc)
(Smoked out, smoked out)
(Loced out, loc, loc)
(Smoked out, smoked out)
(Loced out, loc, loc)
(Smoked out, smoked out)
(Loced out, loc, loc...)
Writer(s): Marcus Antony Eccleston
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