| Niggas betta see a nigga roll
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| Starched down and I’m rollin on eighty fours-fo-fo-fo
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| Swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| I’m a swang, I’m a swang the slab, lean to the left
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| Pop my trunk and show what I’m about so Houston, Texas gotta be felt
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| I’m a vet, so it’s automatic when I be swingin my wide frame
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| 4−4's to 24's I’m subject to glide mayne
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| Like a pimp without the look but still so fly when I slide mayne
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| Plus I’m lethal fully loaded, ain’t no takin my ride mayne
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| We gangsta and it ain’t too much you can do to stop us
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| Don’t try to knock us cuz these bounters got boppers tryin to jock us
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| We the best at what we gon be and these haters know it
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| So haters hate us to death and I know cuz these haters show it
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| I only ride alone so they can picture me rollin
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| And for them jackers thinkin fly, just picture what I be holdin
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| Them hollow points will make you picture just how fast they’ll be foldin
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| A few of them will have you leakin til you’re dead or you’re swollen
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| But still I ride like the law, floatin above everything
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| I’m Screwed Up Click until it’s over, nigga fresh off tha chain, peep tha slang
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| Swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| I’ma swang and a swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop my trunk for Fat Pat’s death
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| I would give my last breath if I could bring you back
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| Bring Screw back, matter fact, bring the whole crew back
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| Only God can do that so I’m gonna leave it alone
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| Movin on, groovin to this soothin song
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| I’m cruisin along, still got a Screw tape on,
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| Still in the zone, wishin Corey Blunt was home
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| Ridin on chrome, banging with my bub' lights on
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| Ridin home Southeast of the Astrodome
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| I’m Fat Pat’s clone, his legacy carries on
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| His heart beat pumps through my flesh and bones
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| Flippin with Trae, mobbin down MLK
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| He’s blue over grey, I’m tippin sellin duece today
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| It’s dub K, chiefin on some lovely
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| And we on the Boulevard acting ugly, we gon
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| Swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| A.B.N is my type of nature, my understanding is (???) stacks
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| In the back of a Lac on this glass, you’re finna see me struttin'
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| Cuttin corners on the daily basis
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| Move fast like Kanye West samples when I be chasin faces
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| I’m on the tip like a waiter when I be leanin to the left
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| I’m roll the city through the dark with a 5th on bumpers and belts
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| Or maybe in an Impala '67 Chevy be spinnin
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| Invisible set display everytime they catchin me grinnin
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| Off in they face, it ain’t too much that they can do to a G
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| But try to hate me every second due to the fact who I be
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| And it don’t bother me cuz I still be top of my game
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| Just don’t come off inside of my range I might be leavin a stain
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| Whether my slab or beam
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| Niggas gon respect that we gangsta
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| T-shirt and Dickies plus the kicks that I lace up for you wankstas
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| Everyday is still the same, I be slowed loud when I bang
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| And thanks to Screw and P-A-T we got 'em diggin our slang, ha
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| Swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
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| Pop-pop my trunk and yep yep yep
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| Love it man, love it man, love it man, love it man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swang , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Southern Elites, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп