Ass Swung Low
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Ass Swung Low
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I'm so sick
I fuck you, fuck you
I'ma kick that fuckin' face in
Blacklight, wasted
It wasn't by mistake
That I got your mouth kicked in
Sweat, come right, come right, come on
I'll take time to shift
Right hit gets shots, ping pong
[?], Blow your own cock
[?] Get the fuck off
Blacklight, wasted
It wasn't by mistake
That I got your mouth kicked in
Sweat right, come right, come right, come on
[?], Blow your own cock
When you waking the fake up to lift off, uh
I'ma sharpen with my lights off, lovin' you
Do all the things I wanna do
I'ma share my blood with somebody new
Take the rest off, fucking you
If it don't turn out right
Don't feel wronged
With what you always had
Now I'm bringin' it back, with your ass swung low
Mind is messin' with the flow
Turn my sex on, turn my sex off
Turn my sex up, double cup
Thread, ripline, blown, kite flying
Waking all the demons in your way
Enter in mistake
Come back to my place, and
Turn deranged, you turn your ball, hold onto faith
The hate dissipates
Are you watchin' my flame?
Well, consider me entertained
Bring it back down
'Cause there used to be a time
When a flat top push and whine
I been givin' it up
Papercut
Blow up while you're prickin' it up
Full of shit underneath
Written all on my face, fresh from the scene
[?] Get in the limousine
Climbin' on my [?]
You're feelin' me, right?
Sippin' on scotch, scopin' out the scene
Chasin' all my dreams [?]
Shit, I'm bringin' it back
Doin' you wrong, just like that
Gettin' me strong
Feelin' in the fight out
What the drum shout out
I let the drum shout out
I let the drum shout out
'Cause silence is gone
Let the drum shout out
I let the drum shout out
I let it shout out
I let the drum shout out
Tryna breathe but I choke
[?]
Don't know where you move but I got that shit
Fire, make ya ass itch
Make ya brain twitch, routine switch
I can give it up, no touch
You better call, call, call, call the fire department
[?]
Make ya shit itch
Make ya head spin
Booty pop lock, tryna find you
Bass swung low, drop your creature to the floor
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