Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swear to God, artist - Fat Joe. Date of issue: 16.02.2017
Song language: English
Swear to God |
| Anybody got a problem, had a problem |
| Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga |
| I swear to God |
| I swear to God |
| But he ain’t gon' save ya |
| Not even your neighbors |
| Run off with that dough |
| I put that bread on your head, nigga |
| I put that bread on your head |
| Run off with that dough |
| I put that bread on your head |
| Don’t anybody make real shit anymore? |
| Guns so big, shit drag on the floor |
| Press that elevator, got at least three floors |
| With at least three whores |
| When I leave, these yours, okay |
| That’s why I call you José |
| 'Cause you do whatever these hoes say |
| I burn so much heat that the block, they call me Whiteshide |
| They drivin' D’s up the wall |
| Dark Knights ride |
| Heroin Joe |
| Could you compare? |
| Um, no? |
| Roll my green in that red leaf, Toronto |
| My Mexicana mami say USA |
| Global Joe, move the foreign off the new estate |
| Put that bread on your head |
| They be moppin' the street |
| Horse head on your bed |
| This is mafia peace |
| Uh, I just might give you a fifty pack |
| And tell 'em bring FK 5.60 back |
| Anybody got a problem, had a problem |
| Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga |
| I swear to God |
| I swear to God |
| But he ain’t gon' save ya |
| Not even your neighbors |
| Run off with that dough |
| I put that bread on your head, nigga |
| I put that bread on your head |
| Run off with that dough |
| I put that bread on your head |
| Man if I liked your man’s face, I would have sat on it |
| Put some bread on your head, empty the TEC on it |
| I ain’t talkin' 'bout cash, I put a check on it |
| You thought we was alright, I went left on it |
| In that number one spot, bitch, you dead on it |
| Baby when you say my name, put some respek on it |
| Yeah, you had a nice run but now the question is |
| Y’all finished or y’all done? |
| And ya been sayin' somethin', said somethin' |
| Or mentioned my name, ho |
| Put a bullet in the brain of the man on your Polo |
| You can get this work for free, it’s pro bono |
| I put funds on your bundles, mad dough on your afro |
| Guap on your top, green on your bean |
| Dubs on your mug, a new bag on your doo-rag |
| I put them ends on your edges, bitch |
| I swear to God I drop some bands on your nappy extensions, bitch |
| Anybody got a problem, had a problem |
| Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga |
| I swear to God |
| I swear to God |
| But he ain’t gon' save ya |
| Not even your neighbors |
| Run off with that dough |
| I put that bread on your head, nigga |
| I put that bread on your head |
| Run off with that dough |
| I put that bread on your head |
| Anybody got a problem, had a problem |
| Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga |
| I swear to God |
| I swear to God |
| But he ain’t gon' save ya |
| Not even your neighbors |
| Run off with that dough |
| I put that bread on your head, nigga |
| I put that bread on your head |
| Run off with that dough |
| I put that bread on your head |