Affiliated Lyrics – A.G. SWAMP

Affiliated Lyrics by A.G. SWAMP

Affiliated
All my young n#gg#s in that trap still
You need a q give me a few and ima send it back sealed
I order plays like mickey d’s

But this a different mac meal
You disrespect the family
Believe you get yo cap pealed
Lost some loved ones at a early age

So it’s that real
You ever put out more than you receive
You know how that feel
Never signed a deal but i’m still thumbing through a backend

Feel like i been ducking death
Been sleeping with this fn
Marble floors
And models hoes

That swallow loads that’s common tho
She say she ain’t with the sh#ts
If she ain’t f#ckin
Adios

These n#gg#s got that hate up in they blood
That’s a common cold
You the type of sucka that be talking business
Around these hoes

I ain’t f#ckin with u nomore
If you showed your hand before
Done put up with a lot of sh#t
But certain things i can’t ignore

Tally marking oppositions
I can’t even keep the score
Local n#gg# but i’m out here f#cking with this singer wh#re
Now she rolling with a winner

Told her that i peep the glow
Toxic when she zesty
She call me to come and beat it slow
Think she love them bands in my pants

sh#t can’t even fold
f#ck the industry
We still hittin licks
Rich or poor

If you playing both sides
You gon get your folks fried
If you ever mark the code
You might get a boat ride

I remember selling dope
Back when berg was dunk ryder
Now i got a label
Swamp records

The empire
Still road running
Ripping threads off the tires
If a n#gg# said that i was p#ss#

He a liar
Put them bands up on yo #ss
I’ll have my youngins line ya
Ag swamp i’m in the b#tch

You know that boy on fire
b#tch i ain’t no role model
Got remix in this double cup
Been grinding for three days straight

Yeah i done see the sun come up
Before my n#gg# andrew died
He told me go and run it up
Plotting on a bentley truck

I’m tryna f#ck the summer up
You hungry for a 360
You sign the line
You dumb as f#ck

Rather be my own boss
Before a label set me up
We came up now we gon floss
What the f#ck the about to tell me now

Made a gamble at my own cost
Tell these n#gg#s stop that selling out
Young n#gg# popping sh#t
Always knew that i be rich

Had this vision since a jit
So i had to make a switch
Mama said i need to chill
But i’m trying to go legit

Flood that watch on my wrist
For every stone that’s a brick
If you playing both sides
You gon get your folks fried

If you ever mark the code
You might get a boat ride
I remember selling dope
Back when berg was dunk ryder

Now i got a label
Swamp records
The empire
Still road running

Ripping threads off the tires
If a n#gg# said that i was p#ss#
He a liar
Put them bands up on yo #ss

I’ll have my youngins line ya
Ag swamp i’m in the b#tch
You know that boy on fire
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A.G. SWAMP Lyrics – Affiliated

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Affiliated