Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swim City!, artist - StonemanDate of issue: 13.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Swim City! |
| I can’t sleep, I stare at television set up in my room |
| Keep my name up out your mouth before I pull it like a tooth, ayy |
| Bitch, I only speak the truth |
| Goyard wrapped around my neck, I got designer on my noose, aye |
| I can’t sleep, I stare at television set up in my room |
| Keep my name up out your mouth before I pull it like a tooth, aye |
| Bitch, I only speak the truth |
| Goyard wrapped around my neck, I got designer on my noose, aye |
| Said, I’m bulletproof, I don’t think I can fuck with you |
| I tried to see a vision through the absolute |
| Pause, I need the interlude |
| Kaiba slump with shorties in the living room |
| Now get the fuck up off me |
| Metal Phantom need his solitude |
| Aye, bitch, aye |
| Got robotics in my brain |
| Swing a blade, bitch, aye |
| Got narcotics in my veins |
| Fuck her face, bitch, aye |
| They ain’t tell me when to swing, I ain’t gone wait, aye |
| Heavy stomp the pavement 'til it breaks, aye |
| Wait, need to wait |
| Robot Chicken shortie, animated |
| Pour a shot, I vaccinated |
| Now my powers activated, aye |
| Ride like Shenron in the shotgun seat |
| My wish to break my prophecy |
| Young Kaiba with the robbery |
| Young Kaiba walking wobbly, aye |
| Where’s the dro, where’s the dro? |
| Swim the city, look for dollars that be dancing on the floor, aye |
| Aye, where’s the dro, where’s the dro, aye |
| Aye, Sus, aye |
| Ayy, yuh |
| Ninja nigga activation |
| Kunai’s in my hand, I’ll never lose |
| Wake up everyday, three bitches suckin' |
| I can never snooze |
| Saw me comin', shadows in the night |
| Got blood all on my shoes |
| Dare to fuck with me, don’t be surprised |
| You end up on the news |
| '98 whippin', 'Cedes droptop |
| In the coupe |
| Always hungry, whip my food up |
| Call it bitch nigga soup |
| Independent, handle business |
| I don’t need a fucking group |
| Ballin' like I’m on the Clippers |
| But I’ve never ever hooped |
| Check the clock, losing time |
| Need my money in a swift minute |
| Late, finish him, he gone need the airlift |
| Throw the blade straight to his face |
| These pussies know I’ve never missed |
| Don’t fuck with diamonds |
| I’m still flexin' with Casio on my wrist |
| Got the black suit, red tie |
| Who’s next on the check list? |
| Yuh, ayy |
| I can’t sleep, I stare at television set up in my room |
| Keep my name up out your mouth before I pull it like a tooth, ayy |
| Bitch, I only speak the truth |
| Goyard wrapped around my neck, I got designer on my noose, ayy |
| I can’t sleep, I stare at television set up in my room |
| Keep my name up out your mouth before I pull it like a tooth, ayy |
| Bitch, I only speak the truth |
| Goyard wrapped around my neck, I got designer on my noose, ayy |