Swoosh God Melo Lyrics
Melo by Swoosh God
[Intro]
Yo Phil Jackson suck my dick you heard
James Dolan that go for you too nigga
Charles Oakley for president and all that
Free Melo man
Yeah, Uh
[Verse 1]
I'm feeling like Melo, I don't get no calls so I gotta complain to the ref
These niggas be claiming they balling but they still be doing juggs like the rest
She told me some shit that I did not agree with so I had deleted her texts
Right after that send me nasty voice mails, I can tell that she very upset
But I'm sure she'll get over it, when Rocky pull up in a Rover with
Inside charcoal, outside same color as cool whip
I'm cool on the young I want older bitch, one that's gone come with some benefits
I'm talking insurance and dental kit, even ex husband and a couple kids
Check out his swagger, he sharp as a dagger, you know I'm a bad bitch attacker
I'm fucking this bitch while my momma's at home and then deal with the repercussions of it after
She offer to me while you ask her, serve the pussy to me on a platter
When I hit from the back, put both hands on her neck like the master lock no Chris Masters
She love when I'm treating her up, I choke on her neck make her stick out her tongue
Told me let her know when I'm ready to cum, she ready to swallow my daughter and son
I walk in the spot, make my presence known
You walk in the spot, bitches headed home
Fucking bitches back to back like marathon, got her rolling up weed with no panties on
Told me 2 door was her favorite song, when I harmonize make her pussy warm
I'm always changing location, know that these niggas be watching be hating
She look at the print through my pants and could already tell that a nigga Jamaican
When I'm through with the pussy, I was shriveled up in the bed like a cooked piece of bacon
[Bridge: Frank Lucas (Denzel Washington)]
Ey, ey, ey, ey! Don't rub on that. You Blot that! Ya understand? That's Alpaca. That's $25,000 Alpaca! You blot that shit! You don't rub it, put the club soda on there. Simple Simon-ass motherfuckers
Listen, from now on, don't nobody talk to me directly! You understand?
[Verse 2]
If I fuck up, won't ask for forgiveness
If it's not your problem mind your business
I'm LeBron all these niggas my witness, my new chick booty same size as Deelishis
Feel so fly in my new [?]
Woven garments that you cannot buy
Coming straight for your neck like a tie, pipe game rocker [?] like a lullaby
I'm always [?] like a Gemini, If it don't apply to me I let it fly
Never catch me worried bout another guy, man I am too busy for that
My appearance might run you stack, when I'm out here securing the bag
Not satisfied till I get a plaque, I wonder why all these other niggas rap
Yo Phil Jackson suck my dick you heard
James Dolan that go for you too nigga
Charles Oakley for president and all that
Free Melo man
Yeah, Uh
[Verse 1]
I'm feeling like Melo, I don't get no calls so I gotta complain to the ref
These niggas be claiming they balling but they still be doing juggs like the rest
She told me some shit that I did not agree with so I had deleted her texts
Right after that send me nasty voice mails, I can tell that she very upset
But I'm sure she'll get over it, when Rocky pull up in a Rover with
Inside charcoal, outside same color as cool whip
I'm cool on the young I want older bitch, one that's gone come with some benefits
I'm talking insurance and dental kit, even ex husband and a couple kids
Check out his swagger, he sharp as a dagger, you know I'm a bad bitch attacker
I'm fucking this bitch while my momma's at home and then deal with the repercussions of it after
She offer to me while you ask her, serve the pussy to me on a platter
When I hit from the back, put both hands on her neck like the master lock no Chris Masters
She love when I'm treating her up, I choke on her neck make her stick out her tongue
Told me let her know when I'm ready to cum, she ready to swallow my daughter and son
I walk in the spot, make my presence known
You walk in the spot, bitches headed home
Fucking bitches back to back like marathon, got her rolling up weed with no panties on
Told me 2 door was her favorite song, when I harmonize make her pussy warm
I'm always changing location, know that these niggas be watching be hating
She look at the print through my pants and could already tell that a nigga Jamaican
When I'm through with the pussy, I was shriveled up in the bed like a cooked piece of bacon
[Bridge: Frank Lucas (Denzel Washington)]
Ey, ey, ey, ey! Don't rub on that. You Blot that! Ya understand? That's Alpaca. That's $25,000 Alpaca! You blot that shit! You don't rub it, put the club soda on there. Simple Simon-ass motherfuckers
Listen, from now on, don't nobody talk to me directly! You understand?
[Verse 2]
If I fuck up, won't ask for forgiveness
If it's not your problem mind your business
I'm LeBron all these niggas my witness, my new chick booty same size as Deelishis
Feel so fly in my new [?]
Woven garments that you cannot buy
Coming straight for your neck like a tie, pipe game rocker [?] like a lullaby
I'm always [?] like a Gemini, If it don't apply to me I let it fly
Never catch me worried bout another guy, man I am too busy for that
My appearance might run you stack, when I'm out here securing the bag
Not satisfied till I get a plaque, I wonder why all these other niggas rap