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Father - Awful Swim - We Had a Deal
Awful Swim
01. Mirror, Mirror
02. Boosie Fade
03. Sephiroth
04. We Had a Deal
05. Throw It
06. Private Show
07. Thotnite
08. Killa
09. On One
10. Passion & Dogma
11. Only You
12. Lotto
13. Dragons
14. She Used To
15. Wine
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Mhm, uh huh
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Awful Records
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Niggas got it out the mud
All you niggas is some studs
All your hoes catchin' nuts
But I'm not one to judge
Keep the white like McFlurry
Plug call me Pill Murray
I've been drinkin' on some bourbon
Nigga sick as fuck, slurrin'
Got two horns like Bruce Wayne
Naked, fuckin' on your boo thang
Fuck her in the ass like Hussain
Feel like HOV get a new lane
Red cup, red cup
Fuck around, boy, get your head busted
Redrum, redrum
Fuckin' your ho, got her head sprung

I can't roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep fuckin' with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin' to my bitch, boy we might have to get you knocked
Everybody on my payroll, yeah, your niggas and the cops
So don't try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon' send your ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots
What? Yeah

Ayy, when I feel sad a nigga start sippin'
Puttin' them Percs in my pinot noir
Crushin' up blues in my designer shoes
When I slip on red carpet I look like a star
Pullin' her bloomers off
Pourin' that sauvignon blanc on her titties and lickin' it off
Hermes chain go from her tatas to kitty
She say she want bad boy, I turned into Diddy
Ooh, yeah, I turned into 50
Nigga on BET, nigga on STARZ
Everybody wanna know who in my car
Told my lil' bitch to go sit in the car
Everybody wanna know how that boy ball
Found her at the party, then fucked her in the stall
Break a bitch back like Bane
Mask on my face, yeah I'm bringin' the pain

I can't roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep fuckin' with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin' to my bitch, boy we might have to get you knocked
Everybody on my payroll, yeah, your niggas and the cops
So don't try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon' send your ass to hell if you keep playin' with my knots
What?