My mind is racing, I'm facing my own mortality Actually, lost too many soldiers, call them
Casualties I backed the beat, told them head to leave
And grabbed my pad and done half of me The other half I save for all the ones I love
I put my faith in my mother and nobody other Why are you just trying to take it
I'll get a rave from my brother and cake from my family
Once I am finally famous My homies stuck in the cut
But my f*cking plan is just to get out of the place, I mean
Yeah, out of the place, I mean, I'm like that I'm good with children and she love it
So she call me Mike Jack Get a chance to f*ck her
I'ma take it like a Vivian After I'm a f*ck her
She is tired like there's nine xans Currently processing through her body like a bypass
What? Like a bypass
Yo homies spun the block and they wounded up in my grass
Yo homegirl wearing shorts that screaming, come look at my ass
Never let a hoe interfere with my bag So I f*ck her, then I'm leaving
Told that bitch come grip my dick Then I leave, shit we even
I got drip like Uncle vic Shot a chump and now he bleeding
Shot a chump and now we what? Shot a chump and now we bleeding
I got real ones, I've seen real guns Aimed right at me, pop to feel something
I ain't feel nothing, I'm a black sheep Wanna kill someone, I ain't feel nothing
In these back streets Why don't you come get your girl
We been slapping on her ass cheeks My mind is racing, I'm facing my own mortality
Actually, lost too many soldiers, call them casualties
I back the beat, tell them head to leave and grab my pad and done
Half of me, the other half I save for all the ones I love
Tell them D is back and all the motherf*ckers have to leave
Got my team attached, if you disagree we make you bleed
Story lacking facts? motherf*cker just go get a job
If we pass your block, f*cking pussy knows he's getting knocked
I got real ones, I've seen real guns Aimed right at me, pop to feel something
I ain't feel nothing, I'm a black sheep Wanna kill someone, I ain't feel nothing
In these back streets Why don't you come get your girl
We been slapping on her ass cheeks
Dystopian - THE SWITCH UP Lyrics
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My mind is racing, I'm facing my own mortality Actually, lost too many soldiers, call them
Casualties I backed the beat, told them head to leave
And grabbed my pad and done half of me The other half I save for all the ones I love
I put my faith in my mother and nobody other Why are you just trying to take it
I'll get a rave from my brother and cake from my family
Once I am finally famous My homies stuck in the cut
But my f*cking plan is just to get out of the place, I mean
Yeah, out of the place, I mean, I'm like that I'm good with children and she love it
So she call me Mike Jack Get a chance to f*ck her
I'ma take it like a Vivian After I'm a f*ck her
She is tired like there's nine xans Currently processing through her body like a bypass
What? Like a bypass
Yo homies spun the block and they wounded up in my grass
Yo homegirl wearing shorts that screaming, come look at my ass
Never let a hoe interfere with my bag So I f*ck her, then I'm leaving
Told that bitch come grip my dick Then I leave, shit we even
I got drip like Uncle vic Shot a chump and now he bleeding
Shot a chump and now we what? Shot a chump and now we bleeding
I got real ones, I've seen real guns Aimed right at me, pop to feel something
I ain't feel nothing, I'm a black sheep Wanna kill someone, I ain't feel nothing
In these back streets Why don't you come get your girl
We been slapping on her ass cheeks My mind is racing, I'm facing my own mortality
Actually, lost too many soldiers, call them casualties
I back the beat, tell them head to leave and grab my pad and done
Half of me, the other half I save for all the ones I love
Tell them D is back and all the motherf*ckers have to leave
Got my team attached, if you disagree we make you bleed
Story lacking facts? motherf*cker just go get a job
If we pass your block, f*cking pussy knows he's getting knocked
I got real ones, I've seen real guns Aimed right at me, pop to feel something
I ain't feel nothing, I'm a black sheep Wanna kill someone, I ain't feel nothing
In these back streets Why don't you come get your girl
We been slapping on her ass cheeks
Casualties I backed the beat, told them head to leave
And grabbed my pad and done half of me The other half I save for all the ones I love
I put my faith in my mother and nobody other Why are you just trying to take it
I'll get a rave from my brother and cake from my family
Once I am finally famous My homies stuck in the cut
But my f*cking plan is just to get out of the place, I mean
Yeah, out of the place, I mean, I'm like that I'm good with children and she love it
So she call me Mike Jack Get a chance to f*ck her
I'ma take it like a Vivian After I'm a f*ck her
She is tired like there's nine xans Currently processing through her body like a bypass
What? Like a bypass
Yo homies spun the block and they wounded up in my grass
Yo homegirl wearing shorts that screaming, come look at my ass
Never let a hoe interfere with my bag So I f*ck her, then I'm leaving
Told that bitch come grip my dick Then I leave, shit we even
I got drip like Uncle vic Shot a chump and now he bleeding
Shot a chump and now we what? Shot a chump and now we bleeding
I got real ones, I've seen real guns Aimed right at me, pop to feel something
I ain't feel nothing, I'm a black sheep Wanna kill someone, I ain't feel nothing
In these back streets Why don't you come get your girl
We been slapping on her ass cheeks My mind is racing, I'm facing my own mortality
Actually, lost too many soldiers, call them casualties
I back the beat, tell them head to leave and grab my pad and done
Half of me, the other half I save for all the ones I love
Tell them D is back and all the motherf*ckers have to leave
Got my team attached, if you disagree we make you bleed
Story lacking facts? motherf*cker just go get a job
If we pass your block, f*cking pussy knows he's getting knocked
I got real ones, I've seen real guns Aimed right at me, pop to feel something
I ain't feel nothing, I'm a black sheep Wanna kill someone, I ain't feel nothing
In these back streets Why don't you come get your girl
We been slapping on her ass cheeks
Writer: DYLAN LASLEY
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