COMPLEX - 'Swalla

Bitch drink Angry Orchard
So you know she super sweet
When he kiss my neck
Remind him that, this licorice ain't free
Give him just enough time to think that he's in good with me
Have him thinking I'm his everything
But boy, to me?
You're weed
I'm so sorry
Swear I, swear I am
I ain't pick this
This shit picking
My heart ain't warm
It's ’spose to be
But I kept giving love to thieves
So here and there
I grab a grip of 'dem
And do my business man
And every time I touch her
I forget that I'm a businessman
I'm owed free throws
I been, I been
So I want all my back payment
And anytime we fucking
Guarantee, won't find a replacement
My love so freaking awesome
Make him fall in love, like, totally
And every time I come around
He said he won the lottery
I'm saucy, saucy, saucing
On these bitches
I mean actually
I'm 'bossin 'bossin 'bossin
On these niggas
Think they in my league
I'm 'flossin 'flossin 'flossin
On anyone with shit in they teeth
Just ‘swalla, ‘swalla, ‘swalla
All those words you got against a me
Just ‘swalla, ‘swalla, ‘swalla
Anything bad that you gotta say
My dick so long
Smack you with it from a mile away
My pussy so fat
Put a head in, and they suffocate
These bitches so whack
Best believe I gots the better taste
One time I was in NOLA
And I had on a grey body suit
This man said, girl should be ashamed
Look like you taste like candy do
I told him that's hilarious
Just how'd tf you guess that shit?
I swear it's something in my hips
That makes everyone have a fit
I'm saucy, saucy, saucing
On these bitches
I mean actually
I'm 'bossin 'bossin 'bossin
On these niggas
Think they in my league
I'm 'flossin 'flossin 'flossin
On anyone with shit in they teeth
Just ‘swalla, ‘swalla, ‘swalla
All those words you got against a me
NY I milly rock
In Baltimore, I be two stepping with it
Moving w/ the city
When in roam, I just be roaming with it
Get it on my own
Make the calls
And I fuck up the set
My own fucking boss
Wish you was
No deals
I can't respect it
‘Gimme what I want
Or I'm coming in and wrecking shit
You shouldn't tell me no
‘Less you wanna meet my fucking fist
I am a fucking Brat
But my baby, he likes it that way
You'll never have a chance
Long as he's fucking me the right way
I do my fucking dance
Then I get right back to killing shit
I am the fucking man
Ask again, flash my credential list
I'm saucy, saucy, saucing
On these bitches
I mean actually
I'm 'bossin 'bossin 'bossin
On these niggas
Think they in my league
I'm 'flossin 'flossin 'flossin
On anyone with shit in they teeth
Just ‘swalla, ‘swalla, ‘swalla
All those words you got against a me
I'm saucy, saucy, saucing
On these bitches
I mean actually
I'm 'bossin 'bossin 'bossin
On these niggas
Think they in my league
I'm 'flossin 'flossin 'flossin
On anyone with shit in they teeth
Just ‘swalla, ‘swalla, ‘swalla
All my cum
Said that’s his favorite treat

Written by:
Charlee Jones

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