Lyrics:
on the low, I do not want them to know
Shawty Nina loaded; You know murder ? Yea she wrote that
Ain't gone ever judge you for the secrets that we both have
Let
been sleep
Emotions gone change over time
I promise I'll pay for your time
Where you staying baby lately come stay over at mine
We can chill laid up with
I snuck this Glock up in da club, bitch you gone die when it's time
You gotta know we go to far, I hope that you cross da line
They took my dawg it
avoid it
Her pussy stay wet I enjoyed it
She blew through a stack she destroyed it yeah
You know I'm gone get in
Bitch where I fit in
Hop in a Benz
Bitch
grimmy i know you gone cop-out
Stealing my style liking my swag
You can't get ahead cause you ain't got the bag
Back door fucking them niggas I had
Sad
the club sewed up
Stacks so fat that they can't fold up (Can't fold up)
The girls in the club know us (Us)
Because we act bad every time we show up (Sho nuf)
the club sewed up
Stacks so fat that they can't fold up (Can't fold up)
The girls in the club know us (Us)
Because we act bad every time we show up (Sho nuf)
She must like the way that I swang
I can't even tell you her name
This is how ya know I got game
Cause I ain't even got no Vs in my chain
I do not
She must like the way that I swang
I cant even tell you her name
This is how ya know I got game
Cuz I aint even got no Vs in my chain
I do not
your head to that gangsta swang
Swiggity swang where we hang where we bang
In the side of the city by the sea
Simply known as Long Beach
As I creep
of a new name
Swang swang swang to a new lane
Swang back to my old lane
So many poles round swest cet damn we in Poland
Welcome to warsaw
I saw war with
ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk
when I swang my whip
When I take off my jersey, they gon' hang my shit
Imma go down the GOAT, Hall of Fame my shit
Niggas left me for dead and I came
the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
[Dr. Dre]
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
On the Southside
Candy sprayed, looking so live
84's and vogues, we glide
Screwzoo, you know we holding it down
I'm still low behind tints
Swanging
the crime don way back to pauls that's my liquor store my hood where I swang my balls for you young niggas that ain't know that really don't know the name
There’s no way in hell I’ll miss!!
Aint no Perk gone numb this shit
My generation all bout pain
Need xans n perks to numb dat shit
We need xans n perks
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
Swang swang in the new thing
I got your bitch in my corner telling me that she wanna do things
Hop in the coupe she giving cool brain
I keep a doobie
on
I’m still ready to die on who property that I swang on
Tell em it’z up for real
And it won’t come down
Tell em it’z up for real
Who gone stop me now
with a flash
Smashin the gas, ?? boyz on glass
Swang like I'm bout to crash, then I hook the other way
Make my slab sway, down here that's how we play
Somebody help me look
I can't find myself
So where'd you get the hooks
Got em by myself
I done hit the books
Learned it by myself
Nobody fuck with
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