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swamp nigga - tru lyrics

[p:] b-tch, this p world here, b-tch, ain’t man except me.
i ain’t comin for no coffee beans, straight up c-ke and weed, b-tch
here go the money. you got da c-ke?
here go da money. you got the c-ke?
i ain’t comin for no coffee beans, straight up c-ke and weed, b-tch

jumped in my cutl-ss, rollin on switches,
gold they shinin down south dealin b-tches
n-gg-z out that swamp, should i say new orleans?
richmond, california, imported me some dank weed
rollin on blunts, n-gg-z call it swisher sweets
i got birds 16-5, a m-th-f-ckin key
fool, when ya hit me, it’s 18-5
i gotta tax em 2 g’s just for takin a ride
cause n-gg-z down south, n-gg-z ain’t playin
n-gg-z talk sh-t, m-th-f-ckas be layin
down on the ground, just like 8-ball,
hit you wit yo nuts and yo g’s up the ?bear wall?
put you behind a pinto in the block,
n-gg-z slangin keys (gunshots) cause somebody got shot
call the cops, killas i’m a deala
mr. ice cream man, yo neighborhood drug deala
n-gg- dat’s bout it, down south we rowdy
from atlanta to texas, n-gg-z won’t ya’ll read about
swamp n-gg-z comin up, blowin like killa
ya’ll ain’t ready but i ain’t mystikal, i’m a deala
n-gg-z slangin cane, cocoa leaves up the brain
but it’s a m-th-f-ckin third ward, i mean a swamp thing

[chorus:] swamp n-gg- (uuuunnngggghhhh), swamp n-gg- [x8]

hey, in the middle of the m-th-f-ckin south,
n-gg-z got gold in they m-th-f-ckin mouth
on my way to chicago, to pick up me a stolger
i ain’t even trippin off this sh-t cause i’m a rolla
n-gg- ridin dirty, just like u.g.k.
4 tech 9s, and a m-th-f-ckin ak
n-gg-z ain’t playin, down south b-tch we bout it,
i told ya’ll n-gg-z in 96, d-mn, don’t ya’ll doubt it
but n-gg-z play the, try to play us like some b-tches
n-gg-z done snuck up on you hoes and sn-tched some riches
from labels like no limit to suave to rap-a-lot
independent, black-owned, b-tch, and we can’t be stopped
breakin bread–with the m-th-f-ckin ballas
n-gg-z check billboards, yeah, and we shot callas
now ya’ll n-gg-z mad, cause a n-gg- famous,
i think the president put a price on my -n-s
america’s nightmare, but i’m not cube
i represent the m-th-f-ckin red and the blue,
[?]shoes[?] i mean, the bangas, the killas, the gangstas
but n-gg- i’m a swamp, professional ghetto, rap slanga

[chorus]

n-gg-z in texas, sippin on surl
n-gg-z sippin bort, n-gg-z on that furl
n-gg-z in florida, sellin dat water
n-gg-z in baton rouge pushin dem quarters
all the way to shreveport to m-th-f-ckin mississippi
oklahoma, back to kansas city
5th wheel grill, n-gg-z comin down
fools gettin killed if they from outta town
6 15s in the candy painted cadillac
bumpin “break em off” (don’t make me break you off somethin)
rollin tips like a maniac
playa from the south (playaz from the south [???] gs)
that m-th-f-ckin g
i got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
klc put it on the scale so ya’ll can feel dis
mo b. d put it on the back so ya’ll can peel dis
craig b whipped it up with some b 12s
i slung it on the street to make the m-th-f-cka sell
too $hort said fools, get in where ya fit in
that’s why i’m a swamp n-gg- out there tryin to pay the rent

[chorus]

[p:] swamp n-gg-, ha, ha. we sho from m-th-f-ckin swamp.
it ain’t a east or west coast thing, n-gg-.
it’s a swamp thing. ha, ha.
tru 2 da m-th-f-ckin game, to the south, midwest, west coast,
and all cross the m-th-f-ckin world, swamp n-gg-z,
on the m-th-f-ckin rise

- tru lyrics

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