Forget what you thought tryna clash irrational
Swamp gods international
Unmatchable
Return of the Firedogs burn the capital
This is coronation swamp gods from the basement
Bringing innovation like Tyrell corporation
Bonafide moguls every October the
Plots to go global emboss the gold logo
Pop flames we option your block chain
Swamp gang monopoly props is Insane
Dark days mobs slaughtered in arcades
We Still reign like gods or Arch Ange
Wingspan big bad grab yourself a sick bag
Cause the G force is enormous crack your nest eggs
Arrest your heart rate zap like an x ray
Take two a these and Crash the nasdaq the Next day
They say the future doesn’t bode well
Oh well guess hell’s in for a cold spell
Freezin’ over while I’m sippin’ on a soda
Ownin’ every kind of classic car triples of the Nova
Hold up Swamp is on the loose
With the knowledge so profuse gotcha honkin’ like a goose
Deuce deuce, that’s a catch 22
People sayin’ Mannie Fresh no cash money crew
At home we're internationally known
Got the dolls Russian at me like Natasha Lyonne
Bad to the bone and I’m back in the zone
Where me and Sav catch a glow off that naturally grown
Forget what you thought tryna clash irrational
Unmatchable
Return of the firedogs burn the capital
In the sky let me fist fight
Swamp gods walk on thin Ice
Around the world you can hear the call
Money stacked up on the rear wall
Time spent well to push the product out
This dope hand made like a Parada belt
Loe on my back got me nodding out
The hash in the jar hit like Pacquiao
Super tall like I’m big country
You don’t get the flowers being this ugly
Ya business all laughable
We swamp gods international
We all know who’s the chosen in this bitch showin
Up to the show super soaker fulla piss
Coat fulla chips front row fulla chicks next
Thing you know she tryna get her throat fulla c’mon
Poutine you know the routine the kid’s are masterful
Swinging through ya neck of the woods or international
Donkey kong junior anaconda on ya missy drop
Lasagna on ya mama tossin donda as a frisbee
We the truth you can put that on a stack of bibles
Fatherless flows you could say the styles patricidal
Slap ya idols with some rappin’ that could clap a rhino
Faster than the flash on crack dashin’ past ya eyeballs
Swamp gods international
Unmatchable
Return of the Firedogs burn the capital
This is coronation swamp gods from the basement
Bringing innovation like Tyrell corporation
Bonafide moguls every October the
Plots to go global emboss the gold logo
Pop flames we option your block chain
Swamp gang monopoly props is Insane
Dark days mobs slaughtered in arcades
We Still reign like gods or Arch Ange
Wingspan big bad grab yourself a sick bag
Cause the G force is enormous crack your nest eggs
Arrest your heart rate zap like an x ray
Take two a these and Crash the nasdaq the Next day
They say the future doesn’t bode well
Oh well guess hell’s in for a cold spell
Freezin’ over while I’m sippin’ on a soda
Ownin’ every kind of classic car triples of the Nova
Hold up Swamp is on the loose
With the knowledge so profuse gotcha honkin’ like a goose
Deuce deuce, that’s a catch 22
People sayin’ Mannie Fresh no cash money crew
At home we're internationally known
Got the dolls Russian at me like Natasha Lyonne
Bad to the bone and I’m back in the zone
Where me and Sav catch a glow off that naturally grown
Forget what you thought tryna clash irrational
Unmatchable
Return of the firedogs burn the capital
In the sky let me fist fight
Swamp gods walk on thin Ice
Around the world you can hear the call
Money stacked up on the rear wall
Time spent well to push the product out
This dope hand made like a Parada belt
Loe on my back got me nodding out
The hash in the jar hit like Pacquiao
Super tall like I’m big country
You don’t get the flowers being this ugly
Ya business all laughable
We swamp gods international
We all know who’s the chosen in this bitch showin
Up to the show super soaker fulla piss
Coat fulla chips front row fulla chicks next
Thing you know she tryna get her throat fulla c’mon
Poutine you know the routine the kid’s are masterful
Swinging through ya neck of the woods or international
Donkey kong junior anaconda on ya missy drop
Lasagna on ya mama tossin donda as a frisbee
We the truth you can put that on a stack of bibles
Fatherless flows you could say the styles patricidal
Slap ya idols with some rappin’ that could clap a rhino
Faster than the flash on crack dashin’ past ya eyeballs
( Swamp Thing (CA) )
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