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1/2 - swae supreme lyrics

walk with racks inside the bank, i walk with racks inside the car
time to cop the plain jane rollie, if i bust that wrist down, i go audemars
a n*gga far from basic, i f*ck a bad b*tch, turn her to a star
one, two, n*gga from the bricks now we live luxury
three, four, they sh*tted when they was up now they all under me
five, six, the way i pop my sh*t she wanna f*ck on me
seven, eight, a hunnit bad b*tches wanna keep me company
nine, ten, i don’t know where your lips been, you can’t kiss on me
eleven, shh, we don’t f*ck wit twelve, don’t wanna say that sh*t
dirty n*ggas can’t get in my circle, that sh*t give me the ick
i know a n*gga who scam, he stacked his money up and went legit
hit a home run, i do not miss, i’m just like barry bonds
all these b*tches love a fly young n*gga, they wanna tie the bond
i’m havin’ sunami drip all on my t, she wet just like the pond
only knew this b*tch for like a month, where she get a title from?
i’m havin’ these bad ass hoes way before a n*gga had some money
i’m havin’ these racks in my pocket lil’ n*gga, i just spent two hunnit on lunch
stayed down stacked my money up and now a n*gga just spend for fun
these broke ass n*ggas ain’t havin’ funds and all these b*tches wanna have some fun
i hop off a plane with louis v luggage, i’m havin’ this sh*t
she sucked my d*ck while i’m drivin’, i swear i almost done crashed the whip
all these b*tches wanna f*ck sunami, these hoes ain’t single, they f*ckin’ somebody
this b*tch tried to say she pregnant, the way a n*gga always f*ck up some money
walk with racks inside the bank, i walk with racks inside the car
time to cop the plain jane rollie, if i bust that wrist down, i go audemars
a n*gga far from basic, i f*ck a bad b*tch, turn her to a star
one, two, n*gga from the bricks now we live luxury
three, four, they sh*tted when they was up now they all under me
five, six, the way i pop my sh*t she wanna f*ck on me
seven, eight, a hunnit bad b*tches wanna keep me company
nine, ten, i don’t know where your lips been, you can’t kiss on me
eleven, shh, we don’t f*ck wit twelve, don’t wanna say that sh*t
dirty n*ggas can’t get in my circle, that sh*t give me the ick
i know a n*gga who scam, he stacked his money up and went legit
walk with racks inside the bank, i walk with racks inside the car
time to cop the plain jane rollie, if i bust that wrist down, i go audemars
a n*gga far from basic, i f*ck a bad b*tch, turn her to a star
one, two, n*gga from the bricks now we live luxury
three, four, they sh*tted when they was up now they all under me
five, six, the way i pop my sh*t she wanna f*ck on me
seven, eight, a hunnit bad b*tches wanna keep me company

- swae supreme lyrics

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