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talk to god (remix) - swerzie lyrics

[chorus: swerzie]
my pistol dancing, bullets prancing, block is often hot
it’s a problem when you plotting on the rotten mob
30 deep when we walk in, you know we mobbin’ off
choppa make a muhf*cka go and talk to god
(woah) x16

[verse 1: zotiyac]
i talk to god when i load up my choppa like i pray to opps don’t pull up with no glock
.45 guns in the b*tch like 300 shots and that muhf*cka hold the whole block
i walk down on knees like royalty
these jeans be startin to spoil me
i don’t need [?] that b*tch enjoyin me
i don’t want the b*tch she annoyin me
i had the stick that i stuck in the bl!ck with the clip it’s too full i don’t want it to jam on me
i had to clean that b*tch up it was oily
that n*gga ran on me caught him he [?]
and we did that sh*t orderly
order the hit and just hope it go cordially
[?] he better talk to his god bеfore he toy with me

[chorus: swerzie]
my pistol dancing, bullеts prancing, block is often hot
it’s a problem when you plotting on the rotten mob
30 deep when we walk in, you know we mobbin’ off
choppa make a muhf*cka go and talk to god
(woah) x16
[verse 2: swerzie]
middle finger to all of you [?]
yall seem imposters
walk with a choppa and fix up his posture
if he got kids imma make them some fosters
you actin so hard here i’ll give you an oscar
b*tch
they know my team from the prosper
the only ones around me my b*tch and my rottens
these diamonds they water like muhf*ckin otters
i get to wipe there for 17 dubs
yeah it’s a cold world so i keep my hood on
don’t want get put on
rather do on my own
yo neck my foot on
f*ck around get stood on
[?] a foot long
and i rot [?] my soul
i never had no d*mn help did it on my own
muhf*ckas [?] like a formula f*ckin clones
i put the choppa it might make him lower his tone
i’m not the one who be [?] you should’ve known

- swerzie lyrics

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