Kurt Angle

By Swift Jitt

Released on September 26, 2024

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(Intro)

Baby shake dat ass

Let me see dat shit come out dat skirt

This bitch here to pressure

Get to sweatin come from out my shirt

Tryna keep my cool

But I can’t calm down from of dis perk

Said she love when swift be in it

He get inside he put in work

(Verse 1)

Treat her like my choppa

I just sit behind and watch it twerk

Finger fuck her like my glizzy

Make it bust until she squirt

Said she hate it when I catch (?)

She understand but she be hurt

Bitch had come wit all that cryin

But I hung up cause bitch I’m turnt

Ion play ’round wit opp niggas

It’s mandatory they gеt burnt

Think it’s time to put down that cup

I get in my feelings off dat syrup

Mix the Xanax wit da wocky

Dis shit got my vision blurrеd

Knew I shouldn’t picked up dat bitch

She ate my dick and I hit da curb

I js bought some bowls for (?)

So dis all because it’s (?)

Wen u coppin a hundred P’s

Js know a few of em gon be dirt

Them be the ones that they give free

But them the ones that I sell first

I used to fuck wit dat cashapp

'til one of my payments got disbursed

(Verse 2)

I like fuckin wit boujee hoes

Spend the band until it burst

Hittin his bitch from different angles

I grabbed the ankle like I’m Kurt

Her pussy wet it don’t got no smell

She got a Check cause she a nurse

When I was fuckin I was the best

But now I left now I’m da worst

Smokin runtz got ma mouth dry

Sippinn lean to clench my thirst

'member trappin off WiFi

Selling q p’s by the church

I know real plugs on dat lean

Stay in Dallas like a dirt

Trackhawk jeep and SRT

Touch the gas and watch it jerk

556 223 caution tape and all black hurst

Seen dis shit to many times

We hit dat skreet like it’s rehearse

Pour da 4 in my crush peach

I taste wocky when I burp

My bitch said she don’t trust me

I said dats cool I don’t trust her

(Verse 3)

Don’t bring yo friends close to me

Ion like opp hoes on my turf

I ain’t gon fight for no company

Hoe you can leave I know my worth

If I feel like the pressure on

Grab my ski and I go lurk

Make sure my window 5 percent

Wit a bad bitch that’s how I serve

Enterprise ain’t got nun fast

So I had to go fuck wit hertz

Ion wanna bitch dats for da skreets

I wanna a bitch that’s down to earth

Need my blick to come from

Me ion need no pill to stay alert

All the og’s say im trippin

Im ridin wit choppas in da vert

(Outro)

Uh ay we paint shit crayola

Freaky bitch wit me

She eat my dick errytime I roll up

Ima face a nigga outside my circle if he get closer

Gettin rich off Doja bitch im a real soldier

Can’t pop no more of dem yerks ima slump over

When she wit me she eat dick for breakfast wit mimosa

Pop the pill to boost ma high

I woke up on da sofa

Cough syrup my soda

Won’t never catch corona