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Swole lyrics

Performer Drew

Swole song lyrics by Drew official

Swole is a song in English

I'm coming at em', I'm coming at em'
Yeah, aye
I'm coming at em', I'm coming at em'
Aye!

Coming at em' spitting venom
Ain't no way that it won't kill em
Make the beats, then master these
Lyrics complete the masterpiece
Bars shooting like a trigger squeeze (boom, boom, boom)
Flows so fast but it's at ease
Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me
I'll run up on your block
Then pull the switch and make you bleed
Everybody waiting on my music like a fiend
And basically I'm Xbox and you the Wii
Fuck out my face ain't shit for free
I'm finna go down in history
Asking how I did it like a mystery
I promise ain't nobody stopping me
Cuz I'm a beast, yeah

My pockets was sore before they got swole
I will never fall, I promise I'll ball
They thinking I'm small but lately I roll
Just me and my brothers don't fuck with a mole (woah!)
I'm southpaw when I write a hook
Bet you stole yours just like a crook
I'll single handedly leave you shook
Here is my story now come buy my book

Was never meant to be a doctor cuz I got no patience
You know I could roll one up then face this
(Face it)
So much ice you'd think I broke my wrist (ow!)
Benjies is the only blue face I fuck with (woah!)
Whatever I sought was whatever I bought
Now I'm saving big and I'm spending small
Cuz I got my peoples, I support them all
In the end what'd i get from buying a mall (nothing)
The answer is nothing so them fuck it all
But I still will make it big
Cuz someday i might have some kids
Gotta support the wife and buy mom a crib

My pockets was sore before they got swole
I will never fall, I promise I'll ball
They thinking I'm small but lately I roll
Just me and my brothers don't fuck with a mole (woah!)
I'm southpaw when I write a hook
Bet you stole yours just like a crook
I'll single handedly leave you shook
Here is my story now come buy my book

All camoed out I feel militant
My brothers and I bitch we killing shit
When we pull up you'll be feeling this
It's a fact that I am the illest (woah)
I do got a lotta haters (woah)
But they don't want no vapor (no)
No smoke, not even papers (aye!)
Scared for they life like waivers (aye!)
Too many problems, won't see them later
I'll eat the game if it's now or later
I can't see you if you a faker
Im cooking no I ain't no waiter (chef!)
Hear my shit and you'll be bumping it
We running and jumping this fucking shit
Dont gotta sprint I got stones like flint
And now I'm just lit as a bitch (woah!)

My pockets was sore before they got swole
I will never fall, I promise I'll ball
They thinking I'm small but lately I roll
Just me and my brothers don't fuck with a mole (woah!)
I'm southpaw when I write a hook
Bet you stole yours just like a crook
I'll single handedly leave you shook
Here is my story now come buy my book

My pockets was sore before they got swole
I will never fall, I promise I'll ball
They thinking I'm small but lately I roll
Just me and my brothers don't fuck with a mole (woah!)
I'm southpaw when I write a hook
Bet you stole yours just like a crook
I'll single handedly leave you shook
Here is my story now come buy my book
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Andrew Grant
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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