Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dippin' & Swervin', artist - Bun B. Album song Trill O.G. "The Epilogue", in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Dippin' & Swervin' |
Dippin and swerving in my suburban |
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin |
Dippin and swerving in my suburban |
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin |
Dippin and swerving in my suburban |
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin |
I’m swerving through the city, fresh Jordans on my toes |
Get in that coupe Deville, ridin Cadillac bro |
I’m all up in yo hood, nigga checkin on my do |
Catch me with yo baby momma, checkin on yo hoe |
A pocket full of bread and I don’t mean beda |
Leanin on this ditch bitch, hand on the heater |
Good girl on my meter, she begging me to beat er But I really don’t want it, damn sure don’t need er She a fly mamasita with a big round bottom |
They come a dime a dozen and I damn sure got em Somebody should’ve told er that I’m all about the peso |
Get up off yo knees, I need the cheese, get the peso |
Dippin and swerving in my suburban |
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin |
Dippin and swerving in my suburban |
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin |
I’m dippin through the city, fresh fitted on my dome |
Cut me down 30 and I’m sittin on chrome |
80 phones clickin and the squeak it like 4 |
Make you bitch mouthwater and a nigga straight on But rockster is the home, made in Texas is the grip |
The south is what I rep so you can get it how you live |
I play this house dropper so they know just who it is Put diamonds on the wood cuz I’m handling my biz |
I’m jumpin up the hood so they know just how I feel |
It’s ugk for life but if I’m ridin for the trill |
Real just blindin, we do it big time |
Man I’m grippin on the grip and I slap that shinin |
Dippin and swerving in my suburban |
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin |
Dippin and swerving in my suburban |
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin |
I’m dippin through the city, fresh chain upon my neck |
The hood niggas see me and I’m getting my respect |
They understand that I ain’t playin with a fork yet |
If you get up out of line then I’mma put yo ass in check |
I’m certified partner, better know it when you see |
They gonna recognize it when you fuckin with a G They put me in the cross, I’m sending flowers to your team |
I’m finna cut some branches down up off your family tree |
I’m underground king, that’s forever and a day |
And I’mma lay a hater down to get up in my way |
If you can ask him then you can explain |
Don’t fuck with that trill ass nigga from ba Dippin and swerving in my suburban |
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin |
Dippin and swerving in my suburban |
Pockets stay swollen, money I be holdin |