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Artiste : Swae Lee
Titre : Hazmat Suit
We finna kill it, ride to the club
Shhh, we finna Space Jam niggas
Yeah
Man, y´all nigga turn that shit down in there man

Hey

The madness (Uh), I done came out the madness (Ooh, yeah)
It happens, everyday some shit happens (Hey, yeah)
Yeah, what´s crackin´? Everyday, I´m gettin´ it crackin´ (Bitch)
I´m active, yeah, gang stayin´ active
I´m stacked in the frontend´s blowin´ backends
Louis luggage on the plane, with the baggage (Yeah)
I´m travelin´, I be all over the atlas
I´m always stayin´ clean like a fuckin´ napkin (Yeah)
I´m everywhere the cash at, you get no cashback
You niggas´ at the startin´ line, I´m on the last lap

You niggas hated it way back, I´m gettin´ the last laugh
That old shit, that old bitch, you know I´m past that
I´m back in the lab like a fuckin´ lab rat
I´m throwin´ up the money, throwin´ up them big racks
Them O´s that I´m blowin´, nigga, this ain´t whack pack
Your hoes wanna fuck me when they see that foreign cap
And that is all facts, and no, I ain´t pressed
Oh, I ain´t up next, bitch, I got right now (Yeah)
I do not want that girl if she ain´t ready right now
You niggas ain´t makin´ no noise, man, you need to pipe down (Down)

You need to quiet down
I copped a new watch, told my jeweler, "Flood it out" (Out)
Lil´ nigga, cut it out
That fakin´ that you doin´, I don´t know what that´s about (Ooh)
Unless you talkin´ ´bout paper then keep my name out your mouth
I´m quarantined, yeah, twenty bitches at the house
I pay the fees, get that check then I bounce
I´m forty feet in the air off an ounce
That dirty cheese got me eatin´, Mickey Mouse

You lackin´, I can see you niggas cravin´
I´m laughin´ at you lil´ nigga status
I´m packin´, three, two, one, I´m blastin´
I´m suited up like Hazmat, they flabbergasted

I´m splashin´

Shawty fuck me up but she is Latina
Lookin´ like a bag and I think I seen her (Tina), before
Yeah, I ride in that double door (Door), I´m smokin´
Yeah, these bad hoes and they throw it (Throw it)
Yeah, money on me and I´m gon´ blow it, okay
Drop top, bitches wide open, yeah

Hahaha (Yeah)
Dude, I can´t with his ass (Man, y´all shut the fuck up, man)
I can´t with you, dude
I can´t with you, dude (Man, y´all shut the fuck up)

For sure

You lackin´, I can see you niggas cravin´
I´m laughin´ at you lil´ nigga status
I´m packin´, three, two, one, I´m blastin´
I´m suited up like Hazmat, they flabbergasted

I´m splashin´