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Chonkyfire Freestyle (Swag Juice)

Chonkyfire Freestyle (Swag Juice)

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I have no idea what I'm doing I have no idea what I'm doing, but Everybody get up, sit up Christopher They're miserable without you, Superman is a- -live and he's flowing like the Mystic River Girl don't act like you never been kissed before One, two, three, four, five, six, this a Rhyme is about to hit you right in the kisser How did anybody ever find me, I disap- -peared I was hiding in Freeway's beard, just a Hop skip and a jump from my skin, gushing Nails into my face that I been pushing Hell-raiser, my face is my pincushion It's like when I'm on the mic, I can squish a Sucker like a vice-grip, my pen put ya In the slaughterhouse cause ya styles been butchered I'll spin chainsaw, take off like the blades on My brain's on hyperdrive someone put the brakes on Here's a smidget admitted to get your digits, Bridget Don't try to fidget with it, err ribbit, ribbit I got ya slipping on my swag juice, my swag juice I got ya slipping on my swag juice, my swag juice I got it figure out now nigga See, my my mind's right, money right Can't nobody stop it how I getting it In hindsight I never should have left while I was living I probably wouldn't be getting pressed by all these women But then again, I wouldn't met the ones that I was diggin' So annihilate the looking, talk a lot though she like, "Look: Kim'n, Kim'n." Uh, Serena Williams, just like my daddy chucks I'm all related to Charles Dickens This commie talkin' 'bout how she pregnant, she craze me, so I manly crushed that hoe, and left baby I don't never trust her, no shit! Even if she specialize in mouth-massaging my testicles I never trust her, a whole lot, even on the first date we made, she's basic getting her mouth rimmed And turned around and asked me for a kiss, no bitch I'm straight I never really get concerned with how my own dick tastes I think I'm about to slip on my swag juice I think I'm about to slip on your swag juice Oh, no! No! Don't slip on your swag juice Ye, ye! I think I'm about to slip on my swag juice Here's a smidget admitted to get your digits, Bridget Don't try to fidget with it, err ribbit, ribbit I got ya slipping on my swag juice, my swag juice I got ya slipping on my swag juice, my swag juice Slim is in the house, simmer down there sister Bound to get you dizzy cause he gets as busy as a Bee, baby you can throw a frizbee in a blizzard He'll catch it in his teeth, what is he? He's a wizard Standing in the disco with a disco biscuit And I'm pretty sure it isn't Bisquick, is it? Now baby don't forget to bring your lipstick with ya I want a kiss 'fore I blow this bitch to smithe- -reens, get the guillotines, this is a situ- -ation that's critical as Dre spins his, uh Turntables and he cuts a record like a scissor Cheka chicka, checka chicka, cheka-cheka chicka Who wreck it in a second tell me what the heck is sicker Wait a minute, I just dropped my necklace in the liquor Now baby just to make a little breakfast and it's six o- -clock in the morning 'less you want to get some dessert

Chonkyfire Freestyle (Swag Juice)

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