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Why you acting like I'm really new to this
I might go back to back on some stupid shit
Why they acting like brodie won't shoot this shit
I ain't new

the cool way
I'll take you where you wanna go so just follow me
LMJ on the come-up, young prodigy
Try to get it POPPIN' like Harlow
Taking my shot, man never

Spin the block and try to find me

Hide from me
You know where I stay
Ain't no where to go on this island
Where imma pull up on the side piece
Relax
Imma

needed someone
I go by the name bead imma keep it all the way hunnid
Y'all niggas going broke to impress a hoe
You should've played broke to test a hoe

dope my whole life
Let them tell

I remember turning ten
Can't remember twelve
I been doing this shit
All by myself

You know when the smoke come
Niggas

I done tried and tried but shit sometimes just know I give up


Hope you know that I ain’t wanna give up
But shit just hits the fan and I start

that yeah
Say you down to have some fun well baby pop a lil pill
Niggas in my City,
They really wanna be me now
Bitches In the city
They really wanna tie

the code we live by
Hands in the sky n****
Don't you even die n***
Punk n**** talk
Grown men walk
Coward n**** scared
So they bussing of the roof
N**** Ohh

irresistible
I was given permission to love you all unconditional
Go to war with syllables, remaining unpredictable
What goes around comes around, life is

Just slide by wanna see how I pop
He say he real but he not
Outside yea my dreads like a mop
Damn that boy mad fidgety he move like a Prop
OMG how you

gettin' high
Don't need no scale for no work, I can tell you By my eye
Real homework on that skit, mm-hmm it hit Different
Guess you cuffed  yo lil ' bitch,

fighting
But baby you can ride my sideline
I don't wanna make but lil baby through the night
Baby you my fire
Will I want yea
Will I want yea
Broke my

Swagg Smoove

(You Know Li’l Ron The Beat)

(FreeSwaggaer For The Streets)

Yeah, Yeah

(Swaggaer Music)

Who Swagg Smoove, Make Moves w/ All

Coming through 
Running through
Folding you
What it do
Slicing through ranks
Like it's nothing
Yea Im vexed, y'all on't wanna catch what's next
Im

Careful with my steppin, you won't ever catch me stressin no, not even a bit (no no)
I don't need a fuckin weapon, bouta drop you like its Tekken lil bitch

and fuck up your fam, I don't wanna hear you rapping again, I'll drag you by your mullet and make you apologise for being a Stan, you nothing but a scrawny

necklace?

Who you testin? Oh lets get it
Bitch I'm bout that ac-tion
Live, then I spend it
Hate it when you try to find out my attention
Pour lil tech,

let that lil' shit go, but I got too much pride (too much pride)
I can't take no slack (no), please don't show off my racks
Got a package as a front

many niggas getting popped now 
By the homies and the police 
Heard his momma yellin out 
Don’t shoot please
Bang
Body cold from the blood stains 
Just

my pack on the way to the bank yah
I'm doing fine, yeah I'm doing great
Bitch don't pretend that you wanna conversate
Fought wit myself for 11 days

designer and it's on me
Got the cheddar on me
Kawasaki wheelies
Make the car go beep beep
Make him get in line coz these n***** wanna be me
Make him bring

zip of heron', hit it with the blend
Caught a body for my lil' homie, took it on the chin
In a war wit my own self probably never end
What do you mean

et elle m'a dit reviens

Girl I love a lil crazy
Pick you up in a Mercedes
I wanna take you to Jericho
Parents worry bout her daily

Come take a trip

more
Came up on WYD, now I don't like to drop no more
I'm fucked up lay motionless in bed, these days just come and go
Time heals all but I really wanna