Lyrics:
a team full of playboys
We'll switch and swing like Floyd
Undefeated with all my boys
Kill every scene I had no choice
Fuck is you saying nigga
This DNA
heart is protected by gates and chains
I know with the bruises it's permanently stained
I woke up in a new mood
I keep on having these mood swings
I do
he said
"I'll wait by the garden gate"
On the night I said, "I love you so!"
And in all my dreams it seems I go
Where the moon swings low on the Alamo
you gotta be my homie
If you tryna be my boo thing
I need to learn all of your mood swings
Gotta take it slowly
Cause I'm looking for the true thing
I
I'm ready sounds nice like this
Swing Low hey Hey
Yo yo
Swing Low sweet chariot
Comin' to carry me home
Carry me home Carry me home
Swing Low sweet
here from L.A. to Van, all the way back to murderville
I got a license to kill
An' as for these bitches on the street...
You can love my sex, but
I'm infatuated, I don't care
'Cause they really don't know
They'll never see or hear the things I do with you.
So far as I'm concerned they all can
Come up to the turf and Imma beat a motherfucker's ass
Spit like sucker Sylvester y'all suffering succotash
Hotter than the sun don't need to give
Everywhere we've been and all thats left to see
Its getting late and I just wanna hear you speak
But I won't pull you down by the wings
Cut the moon in half
Girl you want to sex me
Girl, why don't you let
You really turn me on
I think we could swing it
Girl that's why I'm sayin'
Baby you're the bomb
swing, would you look at how they swing?
Embedded they go, no eyelids gone low
Or gone by sundown, they're dodging 5-0
Swing high
Lil' baby
Swing by
Drive me crazy
Inside
Can't contain it
This time
Swing high
Lil' baby
Swing by
Drive me crazy
Inside
Can't contain it
Like a ship, I could not reach her shore
We're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance Floor
refr.
Well swing a little more, little more o'er
On Friday (on Friday)
Time to party
let me see you swing and sway
tell me are you with me
are you with me
x2
Friday, payday
ready to do the things
the girl you used to swing
Down by the garden gate
Shake hands with all of the neighbors
And kiss the colleens all
You're as welcome as the flowers in
DJ:
Well, hello down there, muchachos. This is your DJ, Señor Mr. G, listo para llevarlos a los ""Highest Trails Above"". Y'all look so good
Beanie wanna swing my way,
She know I’m dripping saucy,
I’m living life Bombay,
I’ve been grinding like all day,
Beanie wanna swing my way,
Cuh she know
All my life I ain't never want to be famous
All my life I worried bout where Mary Jane is
Yeah i can
Swing by ya like Spider-Man
Swing
Save the night
Uh Bad lil bit gon talk her shit gon swing
Them hips gon stack them chips
Real ass nigga gon stand on business
He don't take no shit he'll swing
and a story I'll tell
About a brave young primate, outer space knew him well
He was born at the top of a big old tree
Way back in 1953.
He could swing through
for your life (Ayy)
Don't run, don't run
Come and earn your stripes (Bitch)
All my niggas, they be right by my side (Yuh)
Swing yo fists like it's
Every dai is the same,
And through this window
I watch the world passing by
Frame by frame,
It's all the same
The sky is blue and doesn't care about
around
Count one two three then put your right foot down
Then you circle your lady as you swing and you sway
To the Rhumba Boogie in the South American
Come on baby
Yeah all right
Oh sidestep huh
Come on baby
Come on now
Sidestep hey
Swing it around, pull it on down
Come on
Don't you
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