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Grape Swishers Video (MV)




Performed By: Lang
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Langston Brentley




Lang - Grape Swishers Lyrics




Used to smoke grape swishers just to get me high

Now I roll backwoods jus to get my bye

F*ck it roll the whole ef
3.5

From that north yea im from that side
And its trek4L man s/o the guys
Should I go back im tryna decide
It get cold in the city got to keep you a fire

I'm off them smackers no caring
Rolling this loud you can hear it
Wait til I'm shopping McLaren
Hop out the German engineering
Hittin the Ben then I'm staring
F*ck a white bitch she a Karen
I fw ya face that's the reason I'm staring

I'm mad I ain't harping about it

Learned my lesson
Then I routed

I'm mad I ain't
Hurting bout it

Come fly to me
Where is not cloudy

I'm mad I ain't harping about it

Learned my lesson
Then I routed

I'm mad I ain't
Hurting bout it

Come fly to me
Where is not cloudy

Put my feelings last
Gotta make a decision fast
I'm betting the odds on me
I won't even crash
I know you feeling sad
I know you hurting bad
Tryn make the right moves
It's like you goin back
Make a decision on ya own
They assume you doin bad
Really I'm just learning everyday as new test
Gotta get to work I need to save I touched my stash
I'm jus living everyday the best I can
I'm thankful that I'm here
Ran places lost my wind
This poetry ya dig
It's the lows that you keep balanced
And The highs is always near
When you gone let go of being anxious
Ain't no time to be all scared
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Used to smoke grape swishers just to get me high

Now I roll backwoods jus to get my bye

F*ck it roll the whole ef
3.5

From that north yea im from that side
And its trek4L man s/o the guys
Should I go back im tryna decide
It get cold in the city got to keep you a fire

I'm off them smackers no caring
Rolling this loud you can hear it
Wait til I'm shopping McLaren
Hop out the German engineering
Hittin the Ben then I'm staring
F*ck a white bitch she a Karen
I fw ya face that's the reason I'm staring

I'm mad I ain't harping about it

Learned my lesson
Then I routed

I'm mad I ain't
Hurting bout it

Come fly to me
Where is not cloudy

I'm mad I ain't harping about it

Learned my lesson
Then I routed

I'm mad I ain't
Hurting bout it

Come fly to me
Where is not cloudy

Put my feelings last
Gotta make a decision fast
I'm betting the odds on me
I won't even crash
I know you feeling sad
I know you hurting bad
Tryn make the right moves
It's like you goin back
Make a decision on ya own
They assume you doin bad
Really I'm just learning everyday as new test
Gotta get to work I need to save I touched my stash
I'm jus living everyday the best I can
I'm thankful that I'm here
Ran places lost my wind
This poetry ya dig
It's the lows that you keep balanced
And The highs is always near
When you gone let go of being anxious
Ain't no time to be all scared
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Writer: Langston Brentley
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