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T.Swiggy - Presidential (Official Music Video)
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Tyler Ashonthy Corbin
Tyler Ashonthy Corbin
Songwriter
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A.R
A.R
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Lyrics

Niggas been talkin a lot of shit And niggas been hatin a lot I dont know why my life concerns you like that though you know what I'm sayin Cause I just be doin me, and y'all niggas I dont know why you be doin me cause You ain't me u never gon be me, you not even close So I dont even know why you tryin Bitch I just been patient I just been humble I prey i don't stumble I prey i don't fumble We up in the jungle This cookie don't crumble These niggas be hatin An I just get money Count up them hundreds You ain't doin nothin To get you this money You niggas just hatin I'm conten and platein on playin with Satan to get me this paper here straightened You nigga be fakin your pockets be shakin I'm killin these niggas like Freddie And Jason I told this lil bitch that I don't do relation She ain't suckin dick so she need a replacement Pops trappin out the basement Nigga please stay in you placement I bought it for 2 and sold it for 4 That mean that I doubled the score These nigga gon hate but its all okay cause I be cuttin the cake I ain't got nothin to say I dont be fuckin with fakes I be rappin to get me this money Ain't no cappin I keep it one hunnid Aye what happened I thought it was funny Your niggas you runnin you bummy Oh so you fancy now Oh diamonds dancin now Your girl said she liked me she wanted to wife me but ain't no romancein now Everybody askin how but I ain't gon answer now I'm watchin the hate I'm watchin the fake a whole lotta mans around I'm focused on makin these bands for real, I got them plans for real Whole lotta fans for real, hand in my pants for real, I'm dancin still I'm cuttin the cake my pockets its straight and I'm eatin fancy meals Oh you in the fields for real Oh you signin deals for real When you ran up on that nigga was you really grippin that steal for real Tell me now whats the deal Tell me now whats the drill I'm headed way up and I'm starting a wave Ain't no stoppin it Nigga just stop the shit Niggas be runnin in opposite Ways Imma be jockin his bae Ain't with the talkin just play They just be krabbin krusty I get the gas its musty Nigga just shut up, stop all the talkin and run up If you beef then what up I am the chief like Dudus Dudus Dudus I am The chief like Dudus He carry a pockie, he wanted to wolks me But I keep my cutters Ain't nobody out here save me I'm the only one that raised me When my pops dropped out man everything was goin crazy Thought of hoppin in the Army Thought of hoppin in the Navy Too young was a baby Now of this weak shit could phase me Travellin back to back to states I had to play it safe Haven't unpacked my bags for days I gotta change the base I need the Lam the Ac the Wraith I gotta do the race This money kepp doublin bitch keep bubblin Only my wrists I'm cuddlin There's gotta be another way I cant stay up in the bando This gold on my wrist this gold on my bitch it remind me of the mango I'm neva gon change I'm neva gon switch you know I stand for the gang code Painting pictures call me Vango Unchained like Django If they want smoke I'm givin em cancer these niggas callin me Rambo They callin my phone but i don not answer all u herein is the dial tone In the booth with the styrofoam I see its all like a cyclone This a freestyle no IPhone This the real shit in my dome Don't be talkin bout me, if u ain't finna do shit Don't be talkin bout cheese if you ain't gettin bluestrips Don't be talkin bout we nigga i really do this In the booth goin stupid all my dreams they so lucid T.swiggy so lyrical its just a myrical how I be runnin this spherical You talkin bout this talkin bout that, But ain't no one herein you Heard your clout dissapearin to Hottest out is it me or you They callin the feds I ain't got no bread The only 2 fears i knew Fuck this shit and that shit Make an opp do a backflip I'm knockin em 1 by 1 by 1, call it a hat trick They not what they say and its tragic Make me scratch off his face like a matches These niggas smellin like crotches The hatin I cant stand it I cant stand it, they always hatin they always be talkin whatever but i cant stand it I dont have the time I dont have the patients, I cant stand it If u ain't with that action you ain't with the touchin or whatever Then nigga just vanish Bitch
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