Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swanananana, artist - Baby Bash. Date of issue: 21.03.2011
Song language: English
Swanananana |
| I roll around, made higher than gas prices |
| And I don’t even got a valid driver’s license |
| I’m pushin' luxury wheels, my pictures lookin' priceless |
| My primo Pica and the clika hook me with the paisas |
| They hang themselves when they see the Suicide doors |
| I’m in the game, mayne, gettin' all them high scores |
| Trunk quakin' and it’s shakin' up my rear view |
| I’m livin' barbecue, mayne, you livin' mildew |
| I’m a factor, not an actor, comin' through in a Hummer tracker |
| Got them pills and pur-falactic, mayne, that player’s makin' racket |
| That boy Bash be hustlin', he be handlin' |
| Catch 'em out in Vegas, pimpin', panderin' and gamblin' |
| Thugga flyin' first class and ain’t talkin' about a plane (Naw) |
| I’m talkin' 'bout the sticky icky sack of Mary Jane (Uh) |
| So gone off the smoke, feel like I’m 'bout to crash (Roll up) |
| That’s what a nigga get for gettin' high with that Bash |
| Paint lookin' splish-splash, Pops got me on they radar |
| I’m tryin' to take you home, baby, I don’t need to stay far (Let's go) |
| Roll with the Thug, gon' show her Hogg love |
| Cause you the baddest bitch I done seen in this club |
| I ain’t lookin' for no love, I’m lookin' for a freak (Uh, freak) |
| Now let me beat it up, til I fall out to sleep (Hun) |
| The boss dive deep, better ask around 'bout me (Bout me) |
| I keep them girls sprung, they say they can’t live without me |
| I got that bloom blap |
| Blap-pap-that, pitty-pat, pimpin' that idi-at |
| Slap that back, that baby gon' clap, clap, clap, clap, clap |
| Hangin' out the Cadil-liac |
| Follow that slip, that sauce, that wet, that drip |
| Drippin' wet, never slip |
| I’m elegant, but I can’t help that we melt all over shit |
| Who you rollin' with |
| I got that blap bloom |
| That zoom-zoom, wham-wham, swananananana, I |
| Put it in the air, put it in her life, fly by like I die-die-die |
| Frustating, didn’t see, know why |
| Paint pretty wet with the butter in her tie |
| No lie, we’re high, all night |
| And we don’t care, hands in the air |
| Raised with the shades, squares don’t compare |
| I’m bowlin' dowlie, dowlie, rollie, rollie, yeah, I’m rollin' |
| And yeah, you better know it, if you don’t, then get up on it, aw, ready |