Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ass Swung Low, artist - Arca. Album song Stretch 1, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 01.12.2014
Record label: Arca
Song language: English
Ass Swung Low |
| I’m so sick |
| I fuck you, fuck you |
| I’mma kick that fuckin' face in |
| Blacklight, wasted |
| It wasn’t by mistake |
| That I got your mouth kicked in |
| Sweat, come right, come right, come on |
| I’ll take time to shift |
| Right hit gets shots, ping pong |
| Blow off, blow your own cock |
| When you waking, get the fuck off |
| Blacklight, wasted |
| It wasn’t by mistake |
| That I got your mouth kicked in |
| Sweat right, come right, come right, come on |
| Blow off, blow your own cock |
| When you waking the fake up to lift off, uh |
| I’mma sharpen with my lights off, lovin' you |
| Do all the things I wanna do |
| I’mma share my blood with somebody new |
| Take the rest off, fucking you |
| If it don’t turn out right |
| Don’t feel wronged |
| With what you always had |
| Now I’m bringin' it back, with your ass swung low |
| Mind is messin' with the flow |
| Turn my sex on, turn my sex off |
| Turn my sex up, double cup |
| Thread, ripline, blown, kite flying |
| Waking all the demons in your way |
| Enter in mistake |
| Come back to my place, and |
| Turn deranged, you turn your ball, hold onto faith |
| The hate dissipates |
| Are you watchin' my flame? |
| Well, consider me entertained |
| Bring it back down |
| 'Cause there used to be a time |
| When a flat top push and whine |
| I been givin' it up |
| Papercut |
| Blow up while you’re pickin' it up |
| Full of shit underneath |
| Written all on my face, fresh from the scene |
| Pink lemonade, get in the limousine |
| Climbin' on my back |
| You’re feelin' me, right? |
| Sippin' on scotch, scopin' out the scene |
| Chasin' all my dreams, I’mma bout to |
| Shit, I’m bringin' it back |
| Doin' you wrong, just like that |
| Gettin' me strong |
| Feelin' in the fight out |
| What the drum shout out |
| I let the drum shout out |
| I let the drum shout out |
| 'Cause silence is gone |
| Let the drum shout out |
| I let the drum shout out |
| I let it shout out |
| I let the drum shout out |
| Tryna breathe but I choke |
| Face fronting, move to slow |
| Don’t know where you move but I got that shit |
| Fire, make ya ass itch |
| Make ya brain twitch, routine switch |
| I can give it up, no touch |
| You better call, call, call, call the fire department |
| So fast |
| Make ya shit itch |
| Make ya head spin |
| Booty pop lock, tryna find you |
| Bass swung low, drop your creature to the floor |