Swayze Freestyle II Lyrics – TZB
Singer: TZB
Title: Swayze Freestyle II
Scandi
A n#gg# real Swayze, on my Machiavelli sh#t, you feel me?
Melo, I feel you
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Now do it seem like it’s just me, or is it just me?
The way I speak to ‘em, they think I’m livin’ the dream
I only want that Aston Martin if it’s black like Luther King
I’ll be Luther Vandross if I knew how to sing
I got that gospel for the choir that make an angel get his wings
My n#gg# got that fire that put yo’ limb up in a sling
I had that b#tch like Mariah, singing like it’s Christmas Eve
Spelling out her desires, I ain’t give that hoe nothin’ but D
Drive her up the wall ‘til that b#tch is on E
She said I got the juice, but the plug ain’t me
I hit my Texas n#gg# like, “She want the High, C”
Like Papa John, I hate all these n#gg#s, honestly
But do whatever it takes to keep that dough around me
f#ck it, one time, they could get this sh#t for free
So they could disregard our lil discrepancy
The end of me will never ever be an enemy
These b#tches all really friendly
Cornered n#gg#s solo ‘cause they squares on the streets
But when they rolling deep, that’s when they wanna start beef
No bodies on my belt ‘cause this sh#t a chastity
Get the f#ck from ‘round me
n#gg#s stay cappin’ like they really Spike Lee
Smiled in my face, knowing they ain’t like me
Ain’t nuttin’ like me
The whole entire world want a f#cking piece of me
And I mean that sh#t quite literally
Either burn me up, or let that b#tch swallow me
Life is a wh#re, but don’t treat her horribly
I’m rapping’ like Weezy, but this ain’t CMB
Cutthroat Musik Ent. ‘fore the contract was inked
f#ck it, we could draft it up when we link
They want the best spot, talking ‘bout they ‘pushing P’
Yeah, they do look handicapped to me
Mimicking these n#gg#s ‘cause they f#cking parakeets
They don’t want the bread, how the wanna succeed?
Man, this b#tch is a trip
I told her suck dick, she don’t ever give me lip
You claimed to put out gas, n#gg#, I ain’t even trip
I got the sh#t that make ‘em spazz, that’s strictly off of rhythm
I don’t have to boost my sh#t with f#cking instrumentals
My lyrics sound harder as a f#cking a capella
My gas met the standard like that boy Rockefeller
Said you behind bars, can’t even form a sentence (n#gg#)
A n#gg# like me been imprisoned
Can’t escape from my mind or the planet
Sometimes, I don’t even understand it
The thing that make sense is them motherf#ckin’ digits
Code, words coerce n#gg#s
Yeah
Code words coerce n#gg#s
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