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Skippa - Sweep Lyrics



Skippa - Sweep Lyrics




I be in business meetings while you be in your feelings
They say the sky is the limit my floor it ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got me no children at least none that I know of
When it comes to a show down you know that I'm down to show up
Watch my glow up to blow up bout to roll up a whole dutch
Doing donuts with hoe sluts that blow nuts that you don't cuff
I get mo bucks than most I ain't out chasing clout
They was holding me back like acne I'm breaking out
My ice is dripping in polar yo girl I slip in and stole her
I got her calling me daddy while you be whipping a stroller
I'm in the fast lane she want my last name
I'm leading the league oh what you play I'm in the cash game
Past lames ain't know I got the juice by the o z
No intro the hoes Man they already know me
I been dope by a whole key yeah broke was the old me
We about to sweep y'all them haters in the hole oh three

Like cutting class boy I'm going dumb again
Open up baby cause I'm coming in
Forbes top 10 I might be one of them
Don't be a hater why we don't got no love for them
I'm bringing heat heat
First round I need a sweep sweep
Ain't nothing round here sweet sweet
Yeah tonight I need a
I said tonight I need my self a little freak

All black Beamer bad ass diva
Sitting shotgun in a tight wife beater
All white sneaker ice on a freezer
When it come to drip got it by the liter
Like'em bossy shoe game costly
Bitch you know I'm blessed yes please don't cross me
And we getting saucy spiked iced coffee
Hoes in the lobby pussy tsunami
It's probably the money on my line when the phone ring (Hello)
Treat hoes like the Knicks you get no ring
Yeah I heard ya new girl is my old ting
Hoes sing cause I get jumping like four springs
Don't cling on my arm you can't con a don
Don't try to play the king like I'm a pawn
The floor where her thong belong for the schlong a thon
Then I'm grinding for the cheese like it's parmesan

Like cuttin class boy I'm going dumb again
Open up baby cause I'm coming in
Forbes top 10 I might be one of them
Don't be a hater (Why) we don't got no love for them
I'm bringing heat heat
First round I need a sweep sweep
Ain't nothing round here sweet sweet
Yeah tonight I need a
I said tonight I need my self a little freak
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I be in business meetings while you be in your feelings
They say the sky is the limit my floor it ain't got no ceilings
I ain't got me no children at least none that I know of
When it comes to a show down you know that I'm down to show up
Watch my glow up to blow up bout to roll up a whole dutch
Doing donuts with hoe sluts that blow nuts that you don't cuff
I get mo bucks than most I ain't out chasing clout
They was holding me back like acne I'm breaking out
My ice is dripping in polar yo girl I slip in and stole her
I got her calling me daddy while you be whipping a stroller
I'm in the fast lane she want my last name
I'm leading the league oh what you play I'm in the cash game
Past lames ain't know I got the juice by the o z
No intro the hoes Man they already know me
I been dope by a whole key yeah broke was the old me
We about to sweep y'all them haters in the hole oh three

Like cutting class boy I'm going dumb again
Open up baby cause I'm coming in
Forbes top 10 I might be one of them
Don't be a hater why we don't got no love for them
I'm bringing heat heat
First round I need a sweep sweep
Ain't nothing round here sweet sweet
Yeah tonight I need a
I said tonight I need my self a little freak

All black Beamer bad ass diva
Sitting shotgun in a tight wife beater
All white sneaker ice on a freezer
When it come to drip got it by the liter
Like'em bossy shoe game costly
Bitch you know I'm blessed yes please don't cross me
And we getting saucy spiked iced coffee
Hoes in the lobby pussy tsunami
It's probably the money on my line when the phone ring (Hello)
Treat hoes like the Knicks you get no ring
Yeah I heard ya new girl is my old ting
Hoes sing cause I get jumping like four springs
Don't cling on my arm you can't con a don
Don't try to play the king like I'm a pawn
The floor where her thong belong for the schlong a thon
Then I'm grinding for the cheese like it's parmesan

Like cuttin class boy I'm going dumb again
Open up baby cause I'm coming in
Forbes top 10 I might be one of them
Don't be a hater (Why) we don't got no love for them
I'm bringing heat heat
First round I need a sweep sweep
Ain't nothing round here sweet sweet
Yeah tonight I need a
I said tonight I need my self a little freak
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Writer: James Reis, Jose-carlos jones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Skippa
Length: 2:40
Written by: James Reis, Jose-carlos jones

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