Swing & Duck

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Simba, I’m surprised to see you
Tan man’s skin like the heat from the sun in the trenches, dance with my
handting tucked
Karma’s a bitch for the tings that we’ve done
So I tell my marj to wish the gang good luck
Look at the way that we’ve done man up
Look how she done back that pum pum up
Back that, mm-mm, bring that, hey
Bada-bada-hey, bada-bada, swing and duck
Tan man’s skin like the heat from the sun in the trenches, dance with my
handting tucked
Karma’s a bitch for the tings that we’ve done
So I tell my marj to wish the gang good luck
Look at the way that we’ve done man up
Look how she done back that pum pum up
Back that, mm-mm, bring that, hey
Bada-bada-hey, bada-bada, swing and duck
Swing and duck, grip and bust
What, I’ve gotta keep it low
I ain’t tryna get grabbed for the things and stuff
Yo, gally wanna shake that bum
My wrist on froze, my wrist on bop
Ay, they wanna lean with a gun like Russ
Body-ody like oh my God
Body-ody like man won’t touch
And I done tell bro let me have him
Uh, but don’t piss me off
He said «Kebz, don’t worry, I’m a painter, let me paint him, Vincent van Gogh»
Two got got but it should’ve been four so we gotta spin that
Just not enough
We can’t sleep on a L, no way
Cause drills get done and they’re done by us
They get done by me or ski
Hop out the ride, that a IC3
Look, I see two, leave one for me
Let’s spin that block like a DVD
I hear rumors, IVD, that I’ve been touched
Ha, can’t be me
I’ll slide to the block all happily
I’ll swing and duck, respectfully
I fucked up with my academics
Now I really move weight, no calisthenics
Inflict pain, no anesthetics
Leave a nigga on the floor for the paramedics
I’m on smoke, and so are the broskis
In my bloodline, it’s in our genetics
I put a blade in your T, I got drugs in the T
I’m a surgeon and a chemist, uh
Bada-bada, go, bada-bada, swing
Duck, back and don’t tell don’t stop
Real bad boy from the hood, that’s me
Yeah, man like Kebz, well known in the block
when I go so low, real bad
, wind it up
Fill up my cup, I ain’t tryna get locked
Let me just go and do my barber
What you know 'bout broski, put in reverse
Let’s slide to the block and run up the mileage
Nothing to hide and they like to find us
Splash into the
Trap boy that’s into the violence
Yeah, I like pussy but I’d rather have diamonds
What you know about seeing them
And your heartbeat lacks when you’re hearing them sirens
Hear them sirens, there goes the po-po
Woo, woo, guards stay low low
Dbo, polo, makes more dough dough
Than your bro-bro and you bro-bro
Gally wanna go low, hot like
We take shots like photo
You can’t come 'round here, that’s a no no
Gally wanna hop on the dick like pogo
Tan man’s skin like the heat from the sun in the trenches, dance with my
handting tucked
Karma’s a bitch for the tings that we’ve done
So I tell my marj to wish the gang good luck
Look at the way that we’ve done man up
Look how she done back that pum pum up
Back that, mm-mm, bring that, hey
Bada-bada-hey, bada-bada, swing and duck
Tan man’s skin like the heat from the sun in the trenches, dance with my
handting tucked
Karma’s a bitch for the tings that we’ve done
So I tell my marj to wish the gang good luck
Look at the way that we’ve done man up
Look how she done back that pum pum up
Back that, mm-mm, bring that, hey
Bada-bada-hey, bada-bada, swing and duck
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