SWAMP - BROCKHAMPTON (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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SWAMP - BROCKHAMPTON (en) Lyrics
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Fucking commas up from the outside
From the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollars up from the outside
They been talkin' down on
me, (huh) what ya say?
My daddy taught me how to sell dope
Turn grams into elbows
Light it up when the L rolled
Black mask, used to kick doors
Wasn't no bullets in the guns though
Niggas still never argued
Raid the house like the task force
Me and my niggas like drug dogs
Find the dope den we take off
Fuck my girl with my chain on
Bitch, you tatted my name on it
Yellowstone I was raised on it
Actavis in my baby bottle
Baby stroller was an Impala
Niggas like to talk down on me
When I see 'em I don't hear about it
Never would've met my friends
if not for satellites
Yeah, I'll cuff her even if
she do not suck me right
Always planned to be a rapper
when I failed at life
Luckily professor failed
me at the proper time
Shh-shh, shh, I say please
all the time, bitch
Shh-shh, shh, I like white
collar crime, bitch
Shh-shh, shh, money digital broke and
Shh-shh, shh, Ghana prince
in your messages
I know you hate me for leavin'
Then let's go crazy together
When I tell ya all the things
that I'm thinking
So that we could get better
But you wanna put my heart
on the stretcher
I don't got insurance
for this pressure
Wanna find the benefits,
I can't measure
Trying not to run out on my temper
I can see the ash and the ember
That was made from emotional texture
I don't know why I took this endeavor
Don't identify with oppressors
Don't identify with surrender
All of my old friends fair-weather
Gotta treat my heart like a treasure
'Cause all I know is no one else will
You do not know me, don't speak
of my homies, you are a phony
Quit pinnin' shit on me, you
gon' bring out the old me
You don't wanna know what I wanna do
when y'all talk down on my name
I don't wanna see you in the street
'cause I might catch a case
People smile when they face
to face (woo, woo, woo!)
Then turn their back and switch
up words you say (ah, ah, ah!)
Running to the papers everyday
(woo, woo, woo!)
I'm running to the paper
anyway (ah, ah, ah!)
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