Lyrics:
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
you know what I've been up to
Killin' y'all niggas on that lyrical shit
Mayonnaise-colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
through SC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
If you see me in
feel this
I'm on top and y'all under me
So when it's over if I ain't in the front, atleast I'm gonna be
(By your side)
I love you too much to loose
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
Play a record by my favorite band
Jump up enjoy the sound
Show everybody how just how you get down
Get loose now, get down
Everybody everybody
that?)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was fuckin' with (what up? Fuckin' with)
Laughed at by the niggas you was runnin' with (runnin' with, kicked all in
up
Turn up every time you see the Migos
Lambo doors, she ain't ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin' red rose gold
Pourin' lean by
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
Come, Mr. DJ, song pon di replay
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
All di gyal pon di dance floor wantin' some more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ,
to fire up
If you got the bomb, bomb, nigga, come and light it up
Yeah, blaze up, ain't nothin' like ridin' by, drivin' high
Me and all the hommies smokin',
aim cause the game wasn't playing
Just saying, I'm really the shit
Blow up a blimp
Cause I'm bigger than this
Know I'm a pimp
You can tell by the wrist
to stay on my side
Be with me through all this.
Know what I'm saying?
When I think of you
I get chills in my spine. Got me shaking like a fiend
Let me get
I can tell by the way you've been
Lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been
Dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more what
Come Mr. DJ won't
I did, I know it'd triple all my sales
And that's the fucked up part about this life
Don't nobody wanna see you do good
'til you goin' through hell
You can get anything you want
Know what I'm saying?
You want that over there? You want that over there?
I got you
I was up late night ballin'
Yeah, ayy, ayy
This how we do, nigga
It's GA, nigga
Georgia stand the fuck up, nigga (you already know what is, nigga)
Ayy, y'all ready?
Ayy,
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
explanation
All he needs is a bad boy driver
To help him escape from the destination
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah
If you live by the gun,
everything me and you
Blinded by your love
Blinded by your
Lost control
This feeling's strange
I crave your soul
Nothing can compare
All I want just me
hear about
Wordsworth and Coleridge, baby?
Did you ever hear about Wordsworth and Coleridge?
They were smokin' up in Kendal
By the lakeside
Can you
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
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