| You know we be swervin', swervin'
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| Down south swervin', swervin'
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| Cadillac swervin', swervin'
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| Paint wetter then a virgin, virgin
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| Rolling clean with a light skinned biscuit
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| Pretty face, fat ass, and she suck dick
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| On the passenger side as a nigga ride
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| Seven-two, black? |
| , purple inside
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| Riding slow, like I’m 'bout to commit a homicide
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| Riding fast, like I just did a Hoo Ride
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| Two twelves beating hard, bumping Do Or Die
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| I’mma be a fucking mack till the day I die
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| Chevy clean on deuces, and number six
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| Black tint, same color as the locc’s bitch
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| Picking up your main bitch, so we can roll
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| And have a threesome with that light skinned, big booty ho
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| And when I’m done, I’mma hit up K.O.D
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| It’s all good cause that nigga had a hard week
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| You know my name, it’s M.J. and S.G.P
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| But you can call a nigga ice, cause I’m cool G
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| Now it’s a new day
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| I wake up with two ho’s, «Ménage à trois» three ways
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| Then I get a phone call
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| My young nigga Simmie, got into it up at the mall
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| So I hop up in my Chevy
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| And pick up my niggas, in case they rolling heavy
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| Pulled up five deep
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| Hopped out that Chevy, and stomped their ass to sleep
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| Crackers called the police
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| Got back in the Chevy, cause Simmie could follow my lead
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| Headed back to the spot
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| Swerving through lanes, so I won’t have to fuck with a cop
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| No I ain’t Big Sean but I’m known off one thing
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| Bitch, you know a nigga love to swerve mane' |