Lyrics:
Dreams, going out till I'm old
House on the beach with a mouth full of gold
South on the streets with an ounce full of gold
Y'all don't wanna see me
higher than a kite
Or they just leanin in they seat
Smokin swisha sweets
Want some fuckin crack
Gone and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sippin on tha barre
Nigga
Southside lil Kici
I showin em, Everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody higher than a kite
Or they just leanin in they seat
Smokin swisha
to your vain
Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo chain
Then put the booty of a Swisha at the end of a flame
Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?!
to your vain
Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo chain
Then put the booty of a Swisha at the end of a flame
Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?!
or maybe swisher house
Now pass the kush and dump the swisha out it's going down
That candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grille
Leather seats,
know I'm doing big things, ain't it man?
You know I'm about that good thang
Ain't it man?
Twist up a swisha sweety put
Some foul in that bitch lets get
The almighty E-A-Ski track
Cook it up
Yeah
Raised a man, bake a man, roll that dough
Smokin' on a Swisha, bloody as a butcher
Cut you in two
K. Swisha
Ooh, all of them bitches exotic
Cars robotic, we go retarded (hooh)
Hop in a foreign, don't need the top
When I get home, I need
wars
Turn bitches hit the stars
Get goose behind bars
Then smoke like cigars
I prefer swishas befo' i lick her
I got a tree for this trick
leaving you hoe ass niggas unhappy
Chopping burs when able, fucking hoes on the table
Watching cable in a Sable, Dope House is the label
Selling em three
lean
Smokin' swishas, stackin' hunnits to the ceilin'
We still winnin'
We just fightin' to survive
It's a shame I gotta ride with this nina on my side
then smoke like cigars
I prefer swishas befo' I lick her
I got a tree for this trick, this dick a skeeter
I come, if she came, I win to see her
So 1, 2,
Shes more than a dime,
Shes a dove
Damn I'm in love
Hit it from the house to the club
Keep my mind on her
Spend my last dime on her
She bring
She's more than a dime, she's a dub
Damn I'm in love
Hit it from the house to the club
Keep my mind on her
Spend my last dime on her
She bring
She's more than a dime, she's a dove
Damn, I'm in love, hit it from the house to the club
Keep my mind on her, spend my last dime on her
She bring me
swisha, Mr. Mississippi all in ya back
When it's over you can hop yo ass right straight out the 'Lac
Respect that-from the time of the jack it's all
was ya neighbor.
Yeah Mike Jones and Swishahouse,
finna meet me at yo sista house,
tell het have that doja and them swishas out.
Nigga we gon set up
of a kind
Our souls is intertwined and
Her watch is plain
Wish I could go
Back to the time
I'm at her nigga house
But baby I can't stay here
I gotta keep a 9
steep but ya paying for secrecy
Keep a small circle of people who won’t sale dey soul for money
Loyalty is da driving factor of there ambitions
Swisha
be lying
Ran in his trap, only had three ounces
Left a nigga dead by the duplex houses
You a ho nigga wearing skirts and blouses
Trap off vaco's
little plug for the re-up
For the week, I might chill at Trippie house
They gon suck it up, bust so I see it out
I lost feelings long time ago
Bullets he
it comes to that Swisha
I hope all y'all weed stink
But your Reggie barely good, man
Just cause it's lime green
That shit fucked up
That don't shit
nigga Pac
Gotta go in on this one yeah, let's go
Give me my money and stacks and
Lace my swishas with kush, nigga
Hard liquor fuck up my liver
Guaranteed
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