21 swag gang – Green gobblin Lyrics


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Tcash: My chick bad
My chick good
Your chick just ugh
Swagga on pull
Nickname rule,;
You wish you could rule
Car so full
Just so my nan
Just escape like a roach running from raid spray
I'mma g and these haters are in last place
And my swag so official
Do I need the whistle
Your swag very grizzle
Then I sit back
Chillax and I'mma let my boy D do his thing
Little lame watching and they say the rhyme T
And the T is for talent, something your not
And I pull up to the lot
And my car nice
You want to know the price
My swag so nice
Yes I already said its official
21 swag gang we on the fucking map
If you dont think so holla back check me out ugh

Dhazy: yea, ok
Bringing back the retros in the metros
Hit him in the addams apple give him strep throat
I beat you niggas with a thin switch
Tie you up and glue your eyes to me fucking your bitch
Doing super fast like a nigga with no license
Going through the city like a nigga tryna bind it
You can't get a job hustle hard is what you do
Nobody doing big things we'll be the first two
Going back and forth like we in a tennis match
Fuck that dirty ho what the hell you tryna catch
I say goddam like the lady from good times
Wake up in the morning time to hit a couple new rhymes
21 swag gang we are the green gobblins
Hotbox in the car swear niggas like mobbing
If you try to fuck a bitch she gone start slapping
Tryna fuck with 21 we gone start capping

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