TNGHT - Swagwuar lyrics

[Verse 1: Ginger-Vitus] I be smokin a J, getting stoned Have your b**h screamin' no like her car was towed The only time your girl rips a bong is when its down her throat Inhale this purple smoke Ain't even got a soul because b**h I'm Ginger-Vitus Your b**h got my dick in her sinus People be spittin' this sh**, cause you lames tryna be like us Battlin' this beat, Clash Of The Titans Had to be evil on this beat, like the demons were tired Supras on my feet, no skateboard I've been on this beat, you've been snorin' And I've been out there scorin' With so many b**hes they had to put me on Maury Tightest raps, my sh** on some Nori These weird messages your girl sends me, they're quite alluring Flow all up in your face, like a Lion roarin' man [Verse 2: Thaddie P] Yes I'm fresh as sh**, get it in with ya b**h Hundred feet in with my dick, yes I did I wore her out like my brand She couldn't even stand b**h was tighter than my pants She waxed that sh** like crayons f** the Cat Daddy, I'm a mother f**ing swagwuar f** the Thrift Shop, guess how much these f**ing Jordans are I drink like Magikarp and get that f**ing fire like Charizard b**h I f**ing go hard And I talk a lot of sh** And I got melado skin Your girl is f**ing nasty she belongs in a garbage bin I'm a bad Mother f**er who still stays clean from all his sins I'm too cool for school I think swearing's cool Got them tasty a** lyrics, make fat b**hes drool [Verse 3: Luke Flywalker] I'm better at rapping, than asians are on a math quiz I'll f**ing slap a dragon and then stab him, with a hatchet This beat I'm straight wreckin' it My dick your girl's disectin' it Your souls I'm collecting them I put em' all in separate bins Your girl I'm respecting her You be straight neglecting her Flow clean, no STDs but my beats be infecting ya Harder than my erection go Haunt your dreams, inception flow Brawling out ain't nothin' man, I fought the beat like it's Tekken bro Let em' know, my dick's a haven Your b**h be misbehavin' She's a fat black bird, Disney Channel, Thats So Raven Smell that bread bakin', wait I must be mistaken Thats the smell of rapper's heads I'm serving fish fillet with Luke Flywalker Certified Facebook stalker Catch me on your webpage better disable the pop-up blocker Mushroom-stamp your b**h Kicked her out, told her go get hitched To a f*ggot hick out in the sticks, who probably packs lips I'm mad rich, cheesecake Your mad dick, cheapskate Goin' hard like a midget thong trying to fit upon your girl's waist