Top Songs By Live Sswindle
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deatuan A Drummond
Songwriter
SunStar Drummond
Songwriter
Lyrics
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Mmmm
(Swindledat)
SWINDLE DAT
We keep it realer
Yeah realer than most
That nigga faking that's all he know
(That nigga faking that's all he know)
Yeah
We keep it realer
Yeah realer than most
Jump off a jet and I hop in a ghost
Jump off a jet and I hop in a ghost
We keep it realer
Yeah realer than most
That nigga faking that's all he know
Heard I got money I know
Heard that comin' for me that's a joke
I hit the treasure chest and get the gold
Just put a Panamera on the road
My diamonds wet I got drip to my toe
These niggas ain't shit i can tell that they know
That We keep it realer
Yeah realer than most
I Jump off a jet and I hop in a ghost
That two tone Patek ima need me like four
I used to kick doors for the bread with the toast
Say I do to much but that shit ain't my fault
Got ice like a meta put me in a vault
I'm living way better but let money talk
Keep it real in the street
Nigga fuck what you thought
Nigga SwindleDat hit that lick that flip that
Nigga I done did that back then
I got drip with a stick
It fafafa when i hit
Cause these niggas tryna live off my back ends
And we scream fuck Supreme
Louie V to my feet got Buscemis I'm locking my passion
When you ballin' they start the harassing
Get a check and I gotta go cash it
Can't fuck up a package
I pull up with rayted Star
Close the door make a movie we rated R
I'm the life of the party don't play the bar
Can't get in with my tool ima play the car
I'm too rich for a need
If i want it I'm picking up three
On they neck like lock on my feet
Ima beast in the street
My bitch she a beast in the sheets
Niggas talk but ain't ride for no beef
Got red paint on the car like I'm lighting McQueen
Put baguettes on my nigga that stand with a beam
Got bitches & bottles let's pop 23
When I pull up they follow its time to proceed
(Yeah)
Had money before all the streams
(Yeah)
Chase dollars cause I cannot dream
Jump off a rocket then fly with my wings
If I am the prince how you think you the king
But We keep it realer
Realer than most
Jump off a jet
Hop in a ghost
Two tone Patek
Need me like four
Used to kick doors for the bread with the toast
Say I do to much but shit ain't my fault
Got ice like a meta put me in a vault
Backed out the Audi bought my bitch a lotus
For all of my life it's one thing that I notice
That
We keep it realer
Yeah realer than most
That nigga faking that's all he know
Heard I got money I know
Heard that coming for me that's a joke
I hit the treasure chest and get the gold
Just put a Panamera on the road
My diamonds wet I got drip to my toe
These niggas ain't shit i can tell that they know
That
We keep it realer
Yeah realer than most
I Jump off a jet and I hop in a ghost
That two tone Patek ima need me like four
I used to kick doors for the bread with the toast
Say I do to much but that shit ain't my fault
Got ice like a meta put me in a vault
I'm living way better but let money talk
Keep it real in the street
Nigga fuck what you thought
I Rock buscemi by most hated by many men
When you see me you better be ready then
I like bitches with booty and melanin
Get the toolie I ain't never hesitant
No codeine this weed my medicine
33 in this bitch ima let it rip
My OG told me don't let em in
You gon see how them niggas be treacherous
Diamonds on float
Chandelier bring out the gold
Keep a bad bitch on all fours
Gun next to me if they kick in the door
I don't want want no smoke
I want the chicken with some provolone
I put givenchy all up on my toe
My bezel rocky Sylvester Stallone
Big dog ain't no poodle or pup
She gon do what she want make her move for them bucks
Try yo luck I'm smooth in the clutch don't do too much ima shoot ya shit up
Spazz on a track hit you right in ya back foreal
All you lil niggas just cap
Light up my wrist now her face in my lap
Might take a trip to Jamaica with racks
Think you a shotta lil nigga ain't got it
Move outta pocket we runnin' your pockets
Bitch I'm the topic they want me to stop it
You know how I'm rocking don't give me a problem
Starway shit smoking a spliff
Laughing at niggas who think ima slip
So don't even trip I'm holding my head but one of these niggas might really be clipped
We keep it realer
Yeah realer than most
That nigga faking that's all he know
Heard I got money I know
Heard that coming for me that's a joke
I hit the treasure chest and get gold
Just put a Panamera on the road
My diamonds wet I got drip to my toe
These niggas ain't shit i can tell that they know
That
We keep it realer
Yeah realer than most
I Jump off a jet and I hop in a ghost
That two tone Patek ima need me like four
I used to kick doors for the bread with the toast
Say I do to much but that shit ain't my fault
Got ice like a meta put me in a vault
I'm living way better but let money talk
Keep it real in the street
Nigga fuck what you thought
Writer(s): Deataun Gousse
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