swangin'

Singer:trill fam

yea it's all year nigga

we gon swerve on em

we gon swang on em

we gon fuck all the best hoes

rock the best diamonds

i like to ride with my ole lady in the right lane

the slow lane

me and my girl blowin on that doe-doe mane

boosie get real clean and take photos mane

i like to do my thang

if you was me u'll do the same

nigga we be swervin

and nigga we be swangin

we got the trunk bangin

got all the girls sweatin

diamonds in my necklace

i be going fast showin my ass

steady smokin on this real doulja man this shit potion

steady chokin

the trill youngin

if it ain't money it ain't nothin

if i don't feel u finna kill somethin

you ain't comin

told my girl we finna see big dollas

just stay home boy i gotta ball

i got this ball and i ain't fumbling

told my dog

man just hold on you can't rush it

before you know it it'll all be over

i know it's fucked up

crunked the truck up

shot straight to texas

kicked it with pimp

he was like wats up? let's give the streets wat they wanna hear

turned the bass up

and shit that started achin up my ears and start shaking up my mirrors and that's how i like to hear it

old pussy ass nigga can't you tell from my lyrics? i'm what the call furious ain't none of these generics

i rock the finest diamonds so they probably look clearer

in the hood where you'll find me around alot of hood niggaz

nigga we be swervin

and nigga we be swangin

we got the trunk bangin

got all the girls sweatin

diamonds in my necklace

oh yea we be swervin

me and turk in the bourban

laughin it fast watchin the jamaicans sermen

yea i'm iced out bling bling check out my rist

all my fans be like boosie you be clean as a bitch

me and lil webbie got the streets feenin for this

we hit the stage all the ladys they be screeming and shit

i guess i'm blessed

thank you god for all the blessings you sent me

you used to stress me with pennies

now you bless me with bentleys

gotta put that candy on that old school

for spectators

trill niggas gon shine all the time cause they paper chasers

red bones

caramel

boosie make them stop and stare

boy you know i'm in their underwear now i'm a fool!

look at me mane i'm blinged up

all my cars screened up

all my broads cook for me and eat me up like king tut

i live the life of a moviestar everything i rap i do it boy

i bet i hit the club and swing hard

nigga we be swervin

and nigga we be swangin

we got the trunk bangin

got all the girls sweatin

diamonds in my necklace