Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song over here, artist - Nobigdyl..
Date of issue: 08.11.2019
Song language: English
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You think it’s all about the swag |
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You think it’s all about the bag |
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Really we just spit the facts |
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Really you just wouldn’t last |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
New Kid |
Yeah |
New kid on the block, a Smith & Wesson in my locks (locks) |
Head is just a weapon and I look like static shock |
One time for the threads, I got the blessing from my pop (once) |
Two times for the paper like a second Michael Scott |
Serpent said the name was Lucy and she’s recruiting |
I’ma get the holy lose leaf and get to shooting |
Say you know a better roster, please introduce me |
Indie Tribe the biggest movement since freeing Boosie |
I came from the clay just like I’m Cassius' son |
I’ma be the greatest like I’m Ash Ketchum |
Yeah, got some living water, I could pass you some |
And the way that I be spraying gonna have you Harlem shaking like |
Shake it, shake it, shake it, I’ma shake it off |
Like Taylor, I’m a Saiyan, I’m a spirit bomb |
I’m a slayer, I’m a slayer like I play guitar |
Just a player with the head that’s like a cinder block |
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
Turn me up, turn me up |
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
Let me cut them off |
You think it’s all about the swag |
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You think it’s all about the bag |
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Really we just spit the facts |
(over here) |
Really you just wouldn’t last |
(over here) |
Yeah |
Look |
New kid on the block, a Smith & Wesson in my locks |
Head is just a weapon and I look like static shock |
One time for the threads, I got the blessing from my pop (once) |
Two times for the paper like a second Michael Scott |
Fresh off tour, I got the juice, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Bless my Lord, I got the loot |
Kiss my boo then hit the booth, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Got the force like I was Luke |
Not a fool, spit the truth, out my tooth, yeah |
Take you to really new altitudes, yeah |
And my crew got the cool interludes, yeah uh |
Made it through out the tomb did I lose, yeah uh |
I hit Marty on the cell, he call me Padawan |
Most you rappers don’t believe what you got tatted on |
You say the kids are all gimmicks and we don’t get it |
But you just readin' the script and we really live it |
Metaphysics — way I write it, they gon' quote it like the POTUS penned it |
Keep my focus on my soul, not on your own opinion |
Got the Tribe all on our skin and on my golden pendant |
So you know the difference |
Yeah |
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
You think it’s all about the swag |
(over here) |
You think it’s all about the bag |
(over here) |
Really we just spit the facts |
(over here) |
Really you just wouldn’t last |
(over here) |