SwizZz - Swizzzy Wright lyrics

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<strong>SwizZzy Wright Lyrics</strong>

[Intro - SwizZz]

Bom bom bom bom

Oh, bom bom bom boom

Hey, bom bom bom bom

All-right, here we go

[Verse - SwizZz & (Dizzy Wright)]

Yo, one, two check like a mark I’m here

Niggas get cozy, its gon’ be a long year

I’m not by myself so don’t try that from the rear

I got Dizzy runnin’ with me, I’d advise you be aware

(Uh, mindset racing, I got a duffle bag

Try to snatch it, turn your face into a punchin’ bag

The ladies love the tats, want to lick ‘em front to back

Fuck her once she sneakin’ out and I don’t think she comin’ back)

Nah, and I don’t think she’s coming back neither

So you should quit callin and textin and take a breather

She only fuck with you cause her ? beaver

Now she moved on, I know you seen the logo on her T-shirt

(Uh, high life I’m blowin’ ghosts on a lonely road

Dummy flow, Steve Harvey said I was Romeo

You chasing women, I’m chasing what God only knows

If you dont think we rock the show, then what the fuck you comin’ for?)

Now tell me that, huh, why you on that bullshit?

You’ll get screwed like a driver, get your tool kit

I’m schooling niggas and I’m handing out the rubric

You talkin’ like you got it but you haven’t even proved shit

(Boy you ain’t never moved shit, you don’t move bricks

Still livin’ wit’ your grand-mama and your two kids

You a broke confused kid, a legendary

Never secondary, I grind whenever its necessary)

Man I unnecessarily talk shit to talk it

The rap like TV or down deposit

On some different shit and ? I’m fucking awkward

I’m in your bathroom shittin’ on your granite faucet

(Your shit is awful boy don’t try to get in touch with me

Nasty flow, I two girls, one cup the beat

Smoking weed, getting high with a couple freaks

That love the D, especially, cause can’t nobody can fuck with me)

Now that’s a commonality we both share

I’m ’bout to take flight just lookin’ for a low fare

A few resist the urge to look, but most stare

You ain’t never ball, just your bitch got no pair

(You got it boy, Barry Bond in your fuckin’ noggin’

Top Ramen watch p-ssy? got nothing in common

Boy stop it, I get it poppin’, I been a problem

You been a weirdo, you probably hang out with Dennis Rodman)

Your sittin’ court-side, gettin’ your hair-doo died

Your mama must regret not gettin’ her fuckin’ tubes tied

In a double-knot to preventing the fuckin’ shame

Of having a grown man without an asset to his name

(Uh, your rap career ain’t no realer then a monkey turtle

I smoke too much, I’m always in a funky circle

I got the purple, you fuckers are too commercial

My lyrics deliver murder, we do this shit, no rehearsal)

Man practice, what the fuck is practice? A.I

I’m insect repellent to those claimin’ they stay fly

Dizzy taught me how to cook, now I bake pies

Stupid ass swag, like I got my fuckin’ brain fried

(I swear my dick long like a giraffe neck

Baby wanna try, and say she havin’ bad sex

I wake up, swag out, and then I cash checks

This rapper money got me wantin’ to enter a math tech)

You get your work check, cash it, and break down to ones

Then pour ‘em on male strippers when you need some fun

I earn a cheque then deposit it into my savings fund

Re-up on tree when I’m on E and slide my mom a couple bucks

(Moms comfy, now find dudley

I think I’m the bomb, because I keep the bomb on me

Bomb dot com, slash con, Diggity Simmons, Kennedy Don

YG, with these ratchets, who be fuckin’ around with my time, uh)

Eh, one more time (uh), last one for the homies (uh)

? with a little bit of (huh?)

That means I’m gettin’ busy like I got no common shit

I’m high wit Dizzy, gettin dizzy, faded off a couple hits

(We on the come up quick, Funk Volume runnin’ shit

Breeze got me sippin’ slow and haters y’all can suck a dick

I’m Dizzy Wright and I’m faded in on some other shit

SwizZzle told me ain’t nobody could fuck wit this)

(Easy)