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affiliated - a.g. swamp lyrics

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affiliated

all my young n*ggas in that trap still

you need a q give me a few and ima send it back sealed

i order plays like mickey d’s

but this a different mac meal

you disrespect the family

believe you get yo cap pealed

lost some loved ones at a early age

so it’s that real

you ever put out more than you receive

you know how that feel

never signed a deal but i’m still thumbing through a backend

feel like i been ducking death

been sleeping with this fn

marble floors

and models hoes

that swallow loads that’s common tho

she say she ain’t with the sh*ts

if she ain’t f*ckin

adios

these n*ggas got that hate up in they blood

that’s a common cold

you the type of sucka that be talking business

around these hoes

i ain’t f*ckin with u nomore

if you showed your hand before

done put up with a lot of sh*t

but certain things i can’t ignore

tally marking oppositions

i can’t even keep the score

local n*gga but i’m out here f*cking with this singer wh0re

now she rolling with a winner

told her that i peep the glow

toxic when she zesty

she call me to come and beat it slow

think she love them bands in my pants

sh*t can’t even fold

f*ck the industry

we still hittin l!cks

rich or poor

if you playing both sides

you gon get your folks fried

if you ever mark the code

you might get a boat ride

i remember selling dope

back when berg was dunk ryder

now i got a label

swamp records

the empire

still road running

ripping threads off the tires

if a n*gga said that i was p*ssy

he a liar

put them bands up on yo ass

i’ll have my youngins line ya

ag swamp i’m in the b*tch

you know that boy on fire

b*tch i ain’t no role model

got remix in this double cup

been grinding for three days straight

yeah i done see the sun come up

before my n*gga andrew died

he told me go and run it up

plotting on a bentley truck

i’m tryna f*ck the summer up

you hungry for a 360

you sign the line

you dumb as f*ck

rather be my own boss

before a label set me up

we came up now we gon floss

what the f*ck the about to tell me now

made a gamble at my own cost

tell these n*ggas stop that selling out

young n*gga popping sh*t

always knew that i be rich

had this vision since a jit

so i had to make a switch

mama said i need to chill

but i’m trying to go legit

flood that watch on my wrist

for every stone that’s a brick

if you playing both sides

you gon get your folks fried

if you ever mark the code

you might get a boat ride

i remember selling dope

back when berg was dunk ryder

now i got a label

swamp records

the empire

still road running

ripping threads off the tires

if a n*gga said that i was p*ssy

he a liar

put them bands up on yo ass

i’ll have my youngins line ya

ag swamp i’m in the b*tch

you know that boy on fire

- a g swamp lyrics

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