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switcher - citsym lyrics

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(mystic the kid)

[chorus]
bae what if i told you (yeah)
i could change the weather (okay okay)
i can make you hot
or be cold like the winter (yeah)
i been gettin’ bread
man i feel just like a winner (winner)
hop up in that jag
and get gone like a sprinter (yoom yoom yoom)
lemme paint a picture
in the city gettin’ with ya
don’t got time for these n*ggas
don’t got time for you switchers
when i’m by myself
swear to god that i’m sicker
i be cookin’ in that mixer
if i’m up they be triggered

[verse 1]
not tryna impose up on your racks (mm yeah uhh)
not the type of n*gga to fold up on facts (nah)
why these n*ggas out here act like brats (hey)
y’all be talkin’ ’bout them doing this and that (yeah yeah)
b*tch mind your business
go and worry ’bout that bag
go and be a bad b*tch
go and get that cash
had to show them that i’m boss
i’m the one that be that stag
whip that cycle like durarara
watch me burnout i can’t crash
(woah woah woah hey)
[pre*chorus]
flex two hundred for my headboard
manifest that money watch it come in h**rds
elementary rhymes come into accord
and i’m back give me back the floor

[chorus]
bae what if i told you (yeah)
i could change the weather (okay okay)
i can make you hot
or be cold like the winter (yeah)
i been gettin’ bread
man i feel just like a winner (winner)
hop up in that jag
and get gone like a sprinter (yoom yoom yoom)
lemme paint a picture
in the city gettin’ with ya
don’t got time for these n*ggas
don’t got time for you switchers
when i’m by myself
swear to god that i’m sicker
i be cookin’ in that mixer
if i’m up they be triggered

[verse 2]
had to take the paper route
had to get these bands up
b*tch i’m on my purpose
workin’ man and i’m gassed up
had to protect and fight for me
pick his body up he smashed up
who the f*ck these n*ggas think they be
ego got y’all checked out
(woo woo woo)
y’all be on kid sh*t (woo)
how you gon’ cry ’bout a shawty don’t want you
don’t wanna kick it
i had to switch up the frame
and look through the glass with different vision (woo)
i had to siphon the real from the fake
and shoot with precision
knock ’em off
[outro]
bro on some like real sh*t
i’ve always wanted to rap on a flute beat bruh

(it’s now or never)

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