Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swank Corleone, artist - Aaron Rose. Date of issue: 15.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Swank Corleone |
| Two shots, come about that gold |
| Ricochet then a nigga spray all over your wake |
| All day, 'cause a nigga feel relentless |
| Stay useless, no chain with a pendant |
| They depending, access pending |
| Get up out your house you are now an ex-tenant |
| I’m stranded when I’m stranded |
| And a nigga brain feel like its damaged |
| I’m screaming out, «Bitch, I’m Swank Corleone» |
| I get you out your seat, so put me up on your throne |
| I’m screaming out, «Bitch, I swank like the king» |
| I been with the flow, the illest you know |
| Swanking with my own team |
| Motherfuckers wanna test me |
| I tell 'em get off the testes |
| They swimming in my sack |
| While I’m revving the jet ski |
| Yeah no nothing nice |
| Like they back say |
| So deadly, no wonder every bag so hefty |
| Don’t tempt me, before you see the inside |
| Fuck a rap beef, I wanna see the bitch drive |
| Road to a million, before the age of 25 |
| I’m tryna survive, fuck every limit they provide |
| I got ties to 47 niggas who ride |
| Cooking up dope, everyone get a piece of the pie |
| Can’t control me, I’m following your time |
| You’re my son bitch I get it outta line |
| Leave it up to me to bring it back to the real |
| Bustin' through your window, so you better chill |
| I never waste time when I’m with your bitch |
| So I grab her waistline, give her dick |
| It’s the nigga who did it |
| Everyone talk, let’s see who really live it |
| We the only niggas who never spitting a gimmick |
| 'Cause these other motherfuckers is fake |
| I can feel it |
| Living the false prophesy for the Gs |
| They rats facing to the trap, fumbling the keys |
| They tryna see who will open my door first |
| I, Romney kill, but nigga the floor worse |
| I had to drop 16, to give them they all hearse |
| Nigga what’s new? |
| You fucking with my old word? |
| Nigga that’s cool |
| No time for pussy, still fucking your honey |
| Catching up, then a nigga run back to the money |
| Ain’t shit funny, you a joke to a king |
| Sipping Ace of Spades, but it never been a thing |
| I was taught to get it by any means |
| So my enemies never had a chance of ending me |
| Two shots, come about that gold |
| Ricochet then a nigga spray all over your wake |
| All day, 'cause a nigga feel relentless |
| Stay useless, no chain with a pendant |
| They depending, access pending |
| Get up out your house you are now an ex-tenant |
| I’m stranded when I’m stranded |
| And a nigga brain feel like its damaged |
| I’m screaming out, «Bitch, I’m Swank Corleone» |
| I get you out your seat, so put me up on your throne |
| I’m screaming out, «Bitch, I swank like the king» |
| I been with the flow, the illest you know |
| Swanking with my own team |
| You know my dick game one hunnid |
| Shit is |
| Put my money where your mouth is |
| Baby better respect |
| The nigga who really be the illest without an effort |
| Trying to be the ruler of everything within my measure |
| My nigga I’m very clever, let me guess you too? |
| You seen a nigga on YouTube, now you you |
| What a coincidence, I know you feelin' it |
| But this is how it’s really done, see my niggas militant |
| Steady killing shit |
| Step into my ring get boxed in |
| The most diverse but they saying we boxed in |
| So even if you drop a pin you couldn’t find me |
| So how do the fuck you niggas know what the sound be? |
| You and your clown team finna get packed within a black Ac' |
| We 21 deep and finna blackjack |
| Fuck a hashtag, ending the bullies is who I laugh at |
| Every rapper getting smoked with a ash hat |
| 'Cause every time a nigga spit I wanna kill 'em quick |
| I thought I taught y’all, nigga take a syllabus |
| You better study what we giving out |
| 'Cause a nigga never missing but you out |
| All shots that I take leave 'em critical |
| No guns but I’m aiming for the pinnacle |
| They reminiscing over you but fuck it I keep it flossin' |
| 'Cause every nigga that I remember already lost it |
| I throw it over your head, leap frog shit |
| It’s time to show you who the real fucking boss is |
| I draw the fifth from a draw when you talk shit |
| You made it lit from a clip when I toss this |
| My nigga Nyck says you need to be cautious |
| When you walk in through Corleone’s |
| Posing with the dollars, nigga I’m balling |
| I’m Curry with the shot, fuck a block, I’m all in |
| Two shots, come about that gold |
| Ricochet then a nigga spray all over your wake |
| All day, 'cause a nigga feel relentless |
| Stay useless, no chain with a pendant |
| They depending, access pending |
| Get up out your house you are now an ex-tenant |
| I’m stranded when I’m stranded |
| And a nigga brain feel like its damaged |
| I’m screaming out, «Bitch, I’m Swank Corleone» |
| I get you out your seat, so put me up on your throne |
| I’m screaming out, «Bitch, I swank like the king» |
| I been with the flow, the illest you know |
| Swanking with my own team |