Lyrics:
better than cheddar, makin' Swiss cheese
Swiss bank accounts, nigga call it it Swiss cheese
Flip keys, they think a nigga Swizz Beats
So cold I told the ho
CONVERSATIONS BASED ON CRIBS AND AMOUNTS
SWISS ACCOUNTS AND RENOVATIONS THAT I DID TO MY HOUSE
OUT OF NOWHERE SHE CAME AND KISSED THE BOSS OF THIS CLICK
I WAS
though
Major assumptions
No association
Dreams to graze the nation
But suckers waiting
Celebrating early
I'm up in a hurry
Rushing might just bury myself
that's what it is. Naked and afraid, they get two complete strangers, right? Man. And a woman take all their clothes off him. They give him like a Swiss
Let the south and west connect
We snatch a soul out ya better chosen swiss cheese your Avirex
What's up now?
Me and my nigga Turtle cown(?)
To late
hospitals
It really does, if you get the help
But how can you get the help if you can't afford it
If you can't find it
If the insurance industry lies to you
dismantle you
Watch your blood mixed with mud and stain the gravel too
Grab and shoot, rib cage open like a parachute
Close range, Swiss blade, poke 'em if
that it was basically never going to happen. I didn't even mention that they are in the insurance business. So all day long, all they do is calculate
light poles
You aint got no insurance
You should have had Geico
Niggas gangster on the gram
But I guess it was typos
Good momma, good daddy
But they son
Association of Men
Respectfully
If you deserve the so-called best
Then why you checking for the so-called worst
Are you cursed as God's crash dummy
Running into
Prostitute my love
For you
So birth certificate gets sent to bank so that you can
recieve your national insurance number at sixteen
In effect, we're handing
the hip hop upon
Another band wagon Tales from
The Crypt walking off the plank
And on the sails of life insurance for the
Living dead beat box away your
crowd surfing felt like Playboy Carti Fucked like three bad bitches just this morning
Association gave me my first warning Told me I can't party, damn
and pence
God wants guilders
God wants Kroner
God wants Swiss francs
God wants French francs
Oui il veut des francs francais
God wants escudos
God
popping them drums
Ran up that sack, went and got me a fund
So happy I got a bitch and got insurance
I might make your bitch cheese a little
Chopper
guilders
God wants Kroner
God wants Swiss francs
God wants French francs
(Oui il veut des francs francais)
God wants escudos
God wants pesetas
Don't send
Before we pop the tags
I don't dab
Never had a dab
More like Abinadab
You's a fad
Like insurance ads
I'm like a pen and pad
Don't get mad
When you see us
Before we pop the tags
I don't dab
Never had a dab
More like Abinadab
You's a fad
Like insurance ads
I'm like a pen and pad
Don't get mad
When you see us
people like insurance
No guarantee protection unless the accidents are proven
Policing hidden fees then ignoring rigamortis
Corrupt system's failing
time, you can't hit rewind when you in a bind like Columbine
Angel of death had to stop ya breath
I was in the right when ya soul left
Life insurance
at the clouds
And me tink that Jah must not be that proud
Of some of the ting man do in his name
Like murder and fraudulent insurance claim
But one ting that must
all my kids I wanna hear when you rinse
Used to work insurance, nowadays I'm just ensuring my worth
Being grounded helped me grow and so I pour
I'm taking vacation
Health insurance quotes
Dental work getting comped
My teeth looking Swiss
Body no longer rots
Capital
Just your capital
So much
Marty was a punk rocker
He went to all the shows
Patches on Swiss army pants
And two rings in his nose
He had an old nash rambler
No
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