Lyrics:
ascent
Mr. Mastodon Farm
Mr. Mastodon Farm
Cuts swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon Farm
Mr. Mastodon Farm
Cuts swatches out of all
a mile away
I would mind if you stayed
Baby, can I pick a field of you
Drench me, in the swatches of your hue
Feel you, crave you like the morning dew
Where I trade 'em
If you can spare the time
Check my watches
Bargain bid check the price
Rolex swatches
Fact'ry reject no guarantee
Cash up front is my
cardiac flexing
And pullin' it back with a shotta
I need some Swiss swatches, yeah
I need some Swiss swatches, yeah
I need some swish-sweets
And I smoke
I got paper need a stapler
I got habits, I got problems, got enablers
Peep the patterns picking swatches switching flavors
Sometimes that shit
sweater
The money-getter, motherfuckas don't know better
Rolex watches and colorful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckas can't stop it
Man
watches
You used to wear Swatches
Done took you out the ghetto, now your name is Miss Versace
Alligator Purses, Möet with your Reeses, Hershey
got you livin' in mansions
Jumpin' out of Benzes (honk, honk)
DKNY clothes but get fake president's Rolex watches
You used to wear Swatches
Too many hawkers on this travelin' show
Everybody's got something to sell
Bootleg Swatches, cardboard Gucci gear
Watch your step at the wishing well
hawkers on this travelin' show
Everybody's got something to sell
Bootleg Swatches, cardboard Gucci gear
Watch your step at the wishing well
What's
got you livin' in mansions
Jumpin' out of Benzes (honk, honk)
DKNY clothes but get fake president's Rolex watches
You used to wear Swatches
the nastiest
bugs, on some ninety-six ill shit
Niggaz used to rock Swatches and style 'member?
Now they 'bezle on the Rolexes chips like December
in
catch the hottest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys
the hottest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys clockin'
the harvest
My little cousin bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping
You know, we be the boys clocking
the hottest
My little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys clockin'
little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard
with the cannon cause
I be doing hella dirt
I'm the all black fitted
With them all-black swatches
Pushing through the ghetto running
From the paparazzi
I knew
Not even slick baby I can see through
I can see through you like clothes it got swatches
I can't tell time baby ice on my watches
I can't trust
Everybody is speaking shit about It
They don't know, but feel like a part of it
You Must be real, no matter that bling bling
Golden swatches, but with a truly
two swatches of fabric between our thighs
I want to kiss without teeth
I want blood to surface 'cause of heat instead of blunt force trauma
And I
you got the game covered
Y’all just swatches
Samples of tailored nigga
Who did it bigger
Now watch me
Other niggas ain’t drippin fluent it’s
Baking threads
Of thoughtful breads
And though we spread
These shreds
Of beaded dreads
Our heads are loc'd
On the swatches
And blotches
Of the harmless
swatches
Gotta redecorate everytime I leave the beat a carcass
This rendition was a Premonition
And you can't even promise yo listeners you living realistic
Discuss these Swatches Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In