Lyrics:
Come and swing it my way
Come and swing it my way
Ohhhh
My Way
Baby won't you come and swang that thang my way
Baby won't you come and toot that
(Verse1)
Fuck Chistes this real history in the making
Living proof that this money is out for the taking
You smell that shit huh yeah I got
the days that they were lost and broke? Shit got 'em by
Only right was stopping it from props
Plus she from the block of only finer crops
Do your thang
through that door
And I can hear exactly what she'll say
Well, has anybody here see sweet thang?
I got a notion he'll be headed this a way
'Cause when
the morning
But I ain't even at my mom's
Crib, somewhere else waking up yawning
Mind's whirling
From last night got high as a
Trying to get by with
Our little
street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no need to shoot yourself in the foot
Fuck wit bitches that's getting doe and they know how
booty lookin' sassy
Money ain't a thang, here's a bag, go shoppin
Get what you want, you got a lot of options
Then we eatin' lobster by the beach, smokin'
Yes i do yes i do
I do my thang
Cuz i only got one life to live
I do my thang
Yes i do yes i do
Verse 2:
I told you that I do what i wanna do
My
its nuttin’ to be proud of
Yo, grew up on a dumb estate, North side that’s a jumpy place
Where you might get stabbed by your mate and you can’t trust
be on that
New Thang
New Thang
She be on that
Mood Swang
Mood Swang
She on that
New Thang
New Thang
She on that
My love is there for you
Like I don't
and you know I got my heat hot
And I feel like spotem if I spotem he gone be got
And I feel like Spotem too cause I be riding with that G-shock
Shoot
thang like it's Roll Bounce
Skating in that thang like it's Roll Bounce
Made By OGs cracking like I deal an ounce
I want it all baby girl don't be holding
that, twerk that
Let me get in, let me hurt that, murk that
'Til you got a hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo, you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after
On the hush when I keep it on the crawl
(Want a little something?)
I got something for all ya'll
I can get it if you wanna go get it
What about yo game
I can
to stress
I'll have them folks cuttin a motherfuckin why in yo' chest
[Bushwick Bill]
I'm dyin to wet, any cocksucker, that fuck with Chuck
Cause you know
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
now we just leanin
And we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene
Just got some drank from that boy with that bird
And you know we just hooked up
Zappidy, you can Scooby Doo, I Daphne
Actually, I’m more like a pup, just not quite Scrappy D
That was kinda dope, can you grab a pad for me?
No,
become so damn obnoxious
Put your hands up if you got it
Get you high and get you hired baby that's what you call boss shit
All I, all I really need
All
Georgia nigga
Down by law is you a pussy or a soldier nigga?
Trap scroll same thang,
Street shit gang gang
Real niggaz make da world small,
We on da same
a thang
Black trucks, rollin' on triple-gold Ds
Rydas....for life....bitch
(Foe Foe)
Skrillas for rilla, money's everythang
Smack you an yo' bitch for
Oh shit it got me in the mood
I might have to put this thang on you, girl what it do!
Shawty say she want a fresh young negro
Flyer than ya favorite
everythang changed
Guess they waiting for me to do the same
That ain't my aim
This 1ne of them thang thang thangz thangz
This the 1ne you play before the game
Told you we'd be coming right back
Had to take our time on that
Stepped into the fire
But we never got burned
We only been getting finer
Them heads they
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