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Swavay – Yaya Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
I done been through so much bullshit
On my mama, gotta get rich
Been up, been down
Stayed up, stayed down
On my mama, catch it, I’ll never lose it (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 1]
I’m the best rapper in Atlanta right now, straight up
f*ck playin’ around with these niggas, just get your weight up
Hometown hero everyone on I’m on the way up
I’m ready to ball, you in the line for layups
Atlanta legend, f*ck around and run for mayor
Ghetto nigga means I’m not runnin’ from no paper
Soon as I catch the wave, I’m finna hurricane
And bring the gang and run the gang
Niggas just rappin’ fast, not sayin’ shit
One more niggas slide us off with they wigs
Nigga keep cappin’, they sponsored by Lids
I’ma keep snappin’ cause when I was kid
I made myself I promise, I’m gon make it big off of tellin’ my story
I came from the pit, means I’m not wastin’ verses, I’m not wastin’ time
Just to stay on your ass, better come with your hits
Better come with lyrics better than all that shit you been bullshitin’
I’m Bernie Mac-in’, you a stool pigeon
I’m a fool with it, I’m a big dog, you a cool midget
Under no condition, in your position, you gon’ keep your spot
This André 3000 on Speakerboxxx
Tried to keep me out, but then I bend the lock
I’m the new king of the city, nigga

[Bridge]
I was in them ‘partments
Had to feed myself ’cause I wasn’t gon’ be starvin’
Mama ain’t get home ’til late
Had to make it ándale
Put my ten thousand, I was in, I can’t make no mistakes
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)

[Verse 2]
I can not slow up for nobody
I cannot depend on you, need my own copy

She love me way too damn much, she got no bodies
I got my foot on the gas, other foot on your neck
She see me, her legs intersect
You download your raps off of Pinterest
I heard your album, two songs in, lost my interest
This ain’t no new shit, I been the best
I’m good in my city, don’t need no vest
After I drop, you’ll be put to rest
You ain’t the one, just a good finesse
I dare you niggas try a nigga
Try Young Metro, try my woman
Try this DOLO, try my writtens
Try to start any type of division
It’s gon’ be a different mission, exhibition
Thank God I’m a Christian, ooh

[Chorus]
I done been through so much bullshit
On my mama, gotta get rich
Been up, been down
Stayed up, stayed down
On my mama, catch it, I’ll never lose it (Yeah, uh)
I done been through so much bullshit
On my mama, gotta get rich
Been up, been down
Stayed up, stayed down
On my mama, catch it, I’ll never lose it (Yeah, uh)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

[Outro Skit: J-Money]
The real ain’t gotta speak, man, you feel where I’m coming from?
What I, what I’m skressin’? What are-what we contestin’? What?
I’m the man in between the man, like–I mean, niggas say whatever
They can say a lot of things about J-Money
On this [?], “He got robbed one time,” or, uh, “He f*cked my ho”
But, basically, all they can say is:
“Damn, that nigga always be between the man”
“He always juugin’ on somethin’,”
“He always keep the loud”
“He always stupid, uh, futuristic”
Fly, shawty got the sway
Don’t brush my hair, still got some damn waves
Get paid in a hundred and nine ways
Come on, y’all know that


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