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Suburban Nerd Video (MV)




Performed By: Sw!sh
Language: English
Length: 3:59
Written by: Khaliah Allen




Sw!sh - Suburban Nerd Lyrics




I just wanna ball mother f*ck the lace
Any f*ckin where any f*ckin place
Any time of day any type of space
You could name the rules I just wanna play
You could name the city you could say the state
Do the shit for fun Mother f*ck the pay
Nigga gotta wait low gpa
NCAA what I gotta face
What I gotta do is study everyday
If you not school get up out my way
Hardcore knowledge that is what I crave
Ima go to college and get good grades
Shining not a diamond when I get engraved
Before i die yes I'm gonna pray
Why you ina rush like you in a race
Talkin all that shit shut yo f*ckin face
Ima go and get ima wait and pray
Healing my soul you already know
Nothing but net like a field goal
You way over there but I'm here though
I'm far out like a weirdo
You stay close but not near doe

Ima real swinger
But I don't golf
My dick hard and her ass soft
Ima old head but a young boss
No facial hair like rick Ross
But close shave that bitch gloss
I'm the shit and you piss on
And pissed off
My lyrics got too strong for poo songs
I gotta get it
Aye man you bitches boring
People be sleepin on me they snoring
Ima keep rappin and tellin my stories
I'm from New Orleans my name is foreign
Mentally my intellectual soaring
I guess if you mad ima say sorry
Moma told me to be real and keep goin
No more emotions stop that commotion
You cannot honest what it's my locus
You's a hocus tryna poke me
Facing the book I'm readin I'm focused
Lookin confused how do he know this
Ima genius who broke as shit

Our people just want to be successful that's all
They don't care about our nasty withdrawals I remember
Times I recalled when workin hard was not a problem at all
Never make a situation big when it's small
Oh I remember the fall born in September
Ima Libra for y'all
I was created to be a leader for y'all
But then I ran into a wall
As I'm typing and writin it had me thinkin you just don't know what I'm drinkin
All I ever thought about was ballin
She soaking wet alcoholic
You not a G you just garbage
You like a flee in the market
I see you flee when I'm talkin
You do not bite you be barking
I wash my teeth when I'm flossing
I watch my arm when I'm crossin
I catch a brees when I'm tossin
I drew a C for the bosses
The 7th key is for auction
Don't got a degree but I'm walkin
Above the clouds but not coughin
Adam giving eve that good sausage
She lick the apple that's nauseous
Built like a tree bitch you stalkin
What are you doin with your breath
Lemme breathe I'm runnin outta spet
New lines for the younger sweat
It's so sweet I don't need a rest
I got answers for this easy test
This is life and I don't need the health
I got armor which is demon felt
I dodge snakes in the pit of hell
It's pitiful these witches fiend for air
I'm on track but they need they hair
I'm in the zone and I'm being fair
Boost my self esteem putting it there
Like he tight
Nah he hype
Nah he right
Nah he write
Words that burst my star burn
I earn every dollar and learn on every cent I could turn
I'm in the street you the curb
I walk down underneath is my feet and dirt
Splurge wassup slime you a G it don't hurt
Mental and physical battles I work for the urge
Tellin me that I won't make it I'm all about a verb
Tell me my actions is ratchet I laugh like I didn't heard
You heard me
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English

I just wanna ball mother f*ck the lace
Any f*ckin where any f*ckin place
Any time of day any type of space
You could name the rules I just wanna play
You could name the city you could say the state
Do the shit for fun Mother f*ck the pay
Nigga gotta wait low gpa
NCAA what I gotta face
What I gotta do is study everyday
If you not school get up out my way
Hardcore knowledge that is what I crave
Ima go to college and get good grades
Shining not a diamond when I get engraved
Before i die yes I'm gonna pray
Why you ina rush like you in a race
Talkin all that shit shut yo f*ckin face
Ima go and get ima wait and pray
Healing my soul you already know
Nothing but net like a field goal
You way over there but I'm here though
I'm far out like a weirdo
You stay close but not near doe

Ima real swinger
But I don't golf
My dick hard and her ass soft
Ima old head but a young boss
No facial hair like rick Ross
But close shave that bitch gloss
I'm the shit and you piss on
And pissed off
My lyrics got too strong for poo songs
I gotta get it
Aye man you bitches boring
People be sleepin on me they snoring
Ima keep rappin and tellin my stories
I'm from New Orleans my name is foreign
Mentally my intellectual soaring
I guess if you mad ima say sorry
Moma told me to be real and keep goin
No more emotions stop that commotion
You cannot honest what it's my locus
You's a hocus tryna poke me
Facing the book I'm readin I'm focused
Lookin confused how do he know this
Ima genius who broke as shit

Our people just want to be successful that's all
They don't care about our nasty withdrawals I remember
Times I recalled when workin hard was not a problem at all
Never make a situation big when it's small
Oh I remember the fall born in September
Ima Libra for y'all
I was created to be a leader for y'all
But then I ran into a wall
As I'm typing and writin it had me thinkin you just don't know what I'm drinkin
All I ever thought about was ballin
She soaking wet alcoholic
You not a G you just garbage
You like a flee in the market
I see you flee when I'm talkin
You do not bite you be barking
I wash my teeth when I'm flossing
I watch my arm when I'm crossin
I catch a brees when I'm tossin
I drew a C for the bosses
The 7th key is for auction
Don't got a degree but I'm walkin
Above the clouds but not coughin
Adam giving eve that good sausage
She lick the apple that's nauseous
Built like a tree bitch you stalkin
What are you doin with your breath
Lemme breathe I'm runnin outta spet
New lines for the younger sweat
It's so sweet I don't need a rest
I got answers for this easy test
This is life and I don't need the health
I got armor which is demon felt
I dodge snakes in the pit of hell
It's pitiful these witches fiend for air
I'm on track but they need they hair
I'm in the zone and I'm being fair
Boost my self esteem putting it there
Like he tight
Nah he hype
Nah he right
Nah he write
Words that burst my star burn
I earn every dollar and learn on every cent I could turn
I'm in the street you the curb
I walk down underneath is my feet and dirt
Splurge wassup slime you a G it don't hurt
Mental and physical battles I work for the urge
Tellin me that I won't make it I'm all about a verb
Tell me my actions is ratchet I laugh like I didn't heard
You heard me
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Writer: Khaliah Allen
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