Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swa-Ray, Pt. 2, artist - QUE.. Album song Can You Digg It 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Swa-Ray, Pt. 2 |
| Pull up to the valet, hop out with a soirée |
| Sippin' on a cold cream soda, lean latte |
| Bust slow, the bitches follow me and my compadre |
| Ballin' like I’m Doc J, cameras all in my face |
| Pull up to the valet, hop out with a soirée |
| Sippin' on a cold cream soda, lean latte |
| Bust slow, the bitches follow me and my compadre |
| Ballin' like I’m Doc J, cameras all in my face |
| Pockets full of fifties, sections full of bitches |
| Sippin' syrup slizzard, wrist like a blizzard |
| Walk inside the building, fox fur chinchilla |
| Thousand bales of midget, came in on deliver |
| Smoke like I’m from Denver, lookin' for Kylie Jenner |
| G-Star dinner, ain’t from Harold Penners |
| Fucked your main bitch and made her take a bath at Vinnies |
| Real mud sipper, Que a dog whisperer |
| My diamonds make me shiver |
| Got bricks of chicken gizzards |
| Kush pack reach, high for no reason |
| Got your baby mama sniffin' coke from off my pinky |
| Shippin' bales to Cleveland, it’s the dog season |
| Pull up to the valet, hop out with a soirée |
| Sippin' on a cold cream soda, lean latte |
| Bust slow, the bitches follow me and my compadre |
| Ballin' like I’m Doc J, cameras all in my face |
| Pull up to the valet, hop out with a soirée |
| Sippin' on a cold cream soda, lean latte |
| Bust slow, the bitches follow me and my compadre |
| Ballin' like I’m Doc J, cameras all in my face |
| Came off the bench, shootin' shit up off the dribble |
| After I hit Kylie nigga straight for Kendall |
| Pourin' threes and fours, beatin' up the bowl |
| Call for you come up, you can’t get in, you need the code |
| House full of dope, Gucci trench coat |
| Some of my partners bang blood, some bang loc |
| Walkin' around with five chains, I don’t tell hoes my name |
| Try to count a million cash and gave myself a migrane |
| Safebox in the floor, raise up the rug |
| Got a soirée of hoes like the Flavor of Love |
| I just fucked his bitch and only paid her a dub |
| Found a new connect, Que done changed up his plug, hey |
| Pull up to the valet, hop out with a soirée |
| Sippin' on a cold cream soda, lean latte |
| Bust slow, the bitches follow me and my compadre |
| Ballin' like I’m Doc J, cameras all in my face |
| Pull up to the valet, hop out with a soirée |
| Sippin' on a cold cream soda, lean latte |
| Bust slow, the bitches follow me and my compadre |
| Ballin' like I’m Doc J, cameras all in my face |