Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song swervin, artist - Brookfield DueceDate of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
swervin |
| Yep |
| Swervin, swervin, swervin, swervin |
| Swervin, swervin, swervin, swervin |
| Foreal |
| Hook: |
| Now My eyes closed, but my mind woke |
| Where the time go?, devil in my room working |
| Now I can’t sleep alarms off, I’m tryna Lonzo (ball) |
| Finer things Got me thinking verses cursive |
| This the life I chose though, Imma go for broke |
| I’m losing sleep but it’s worth less I been working (yea) |
| Another time zone, another load road (foreal) |
| And imma keep gripping the curves |
| I’m curb swervin yea yea |
| Boy I’m curb swervin |
| Swervin, swervin, swervin, swervin, yea |
| Bridge: |
| Tripping, mind be slipping on my mission |
| Boy I’m swervin |
| Swervin, swervin, swervin, swervin, yea |
| Hope I ain’t gotta go missing for the listens |
| Boy I’m swerving |
| Swervin, swervin, swervin, swervin, yea |
| (Duece) |
| I know I’m supposed to do it this way |
| I know im supposed to follow sensei |
| To the heavens lord don’t let me get sprayed |
| Bullets rain down down down from where I’m from |
| Umbrella, These fellas, Get jealous |
| Speak true, These guns, Overzealous |
| I’m swerving need help, I’m ignorant |
| My skin color tells you, I’m ignorant |
| (Freddie Gibbs) |
| Swervin, big body swervin |
| Just cooked some work I’m out here working |
| Your hoe stay lurking |
| Cocaine and soda mix it perfect |
| I’m mister perfect |
| Just stuffed my blunt with gold and purple, that magic Erving, feds make me |
| nervous |
| So I stay close to my strap and keep my nose clean |
| All whites cats with ghosts I’m twisting dope up in that rose thang |
| I remember robbed Cindy cousin for a whole thang |
| Boy ain’t have no scratch for the laundromat couldn’t keep my clothes clean I’m |
| Gucci down my clothes clean |
| Slam dunk on yo hoe that bitch a layup (yea) |
| Bad bitch I might lick her fore I lay it (yea) |
| Super soak her throat I just might spray it (yea) |
| Touch me when you want Lil bitch but you can’t touch my paper (yea) |
| Paper yea! |
| Trap house be my studio |
| Most these niggas in the rap shit just so they can ride dick you’s a groupie hoe |
| Look at these days I been getting paid I don’t even entertain with the same |
| crew no more |
| Most these niggas in the rap shit just so they can ride dick you’s a groupie |
| hoe (yea!) |
| (Duece) |
| You know my life ain’t sweet, I need clovers |
| You know if this don’t work my life over |
| You know I spent this year looking for 4 leafs |
| This game ain’t fair America |
| Playing for keeps |
| Sharecropper, Fuck a oppa, This the opera |
| All drama, They acting, Need the oscar |
| Is my life a deadend, I’m ignorant |
| Whole time highs hands, Stretched ligaments |
| I wonder if they gon kill me for speaking |
| I wonder who has the truth that I’m seeking |
| I wonder who gon save me im sinking |
| Life rafts ain’t for niggas in e deck (nah) |
| If you didn’t come here for the real then eject (yep) |
| We all ain’t shit but listen I’m |
| The speck (yep) |
| That’s trying to change shit that’s trying to get my respect (yea) |
| That’s trying to get my respect boy I’m swerving |