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i, savant - ftl_sol lyrics

ladies, gents
one thing remains
get ready
for the entertainer

sol:
swag of the century
n-ggas say sol got bars penitentiary
ya’ll n-ggas so low budget, indie
think i’m schizophrenic, i swear to god i’m a mother f-cking chimney

i smoke like a freight train, drink like a fish tank
rappers say they sayings is hot, n-gga this ain’t
mister cold as ice got dough like a swiss bank
lean toward the hoes and tell them hoes twist dank
i don’t act, i ain’t know my own sh-t stank, woop!
swag get em mad since sixth grade, comma
it’s got a lot to do with how the kid’s raised
i got a momma too but these n-ggas b-tch made
needless to say, i run up in your casa with chopper
leave your melon like a guava or lasagne
k!ller when i conquer, something like a logger how i
chop you down here and send your body over yonder
i’m fly as harry potter, sl!cker than an otter
i be on that green like a mother f-cking golfer
probably getting head like a mother f-cking lager
or with a combination like a mother f-cking locker
johnny got the henny, catch me with the vodka
swagger university, that’s my alma mater
crowned all-around, i don’t have a genre
funkhouse the family, listen to the saga
c.e.o. jr., stunting like my father
peoples keep reefer, call them sharecroppers
introduce you to a couple of my partners
who all got guns like contra, cl!ck
[bang]
why they wanna jock me for my paper?
leave a n-gga burning from that shot no chaser
snapback swag i’mma cap off a caper
i am on my biz while you catching the vapors
used to move flocks in the back of the blazer through
10 different blocks ‘tween c-mberland and favor
n-ggas take note, you minor, we major
fitting these clothes, better call a tailor b-tch i’m
back on my pivot, digits, by the minute
b-tches wanna visit, hit it, get it frigid
mister cold as ice, i get it, to the limit
probably got your main chick cl!cking on my widgets
big like lebowski, call me sol bridges got your
b-tch at my house she, washing all the dishes
knock it off the hinges, that was the beginning cuz she
try to take a foot when you give a couple inches
i swear to god, give me 3 wishes
i wish, i wish, i wish you would b-tches
it’s good, word to your misses
s-o-l, first of the gifted
that ain’t even the half of it
it’s already two tears in the last bucket
f-ck it, i’m back on my bullsh-t
read through the booklet, you like it, i love it
mother f-ckers

- ftl_sol lyrics

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