Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ridin, Swervin, artist - T.I..
Date of issue: 21.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ridin, Swervin |
I say I’m ridin, I’m swervin |
Barely missing the curb |
I got this bad bitch and she twerkin |
Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit |
On purpose, on purpose |
We hit the club and we hurtin them folks |
On purpose, on purpose |
You can save the hate it ain’t workin |
Say I’m ridin, I’m swervin |
Barely missing the curve |
I got this bad bitch and she twerkin |
Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit |
On purpose, on purpose |
Don’t try me dawg we’ll fuck you up |
On purpose, on purpose |
Automatic K and it’s squirtin' (Bow!) |
I’m double cup in my lean, swisher sweet in my fruity |
Got 20 plus in my jeans, make them stipper bitch get to it |
Got 6s in my burban, I’m riding high and I’m swervin bruh |
My kush hard in my back seat with a black freak and he twerkin her |
Hard in the paint like Josh Smith, do not slip, I bang mine |
I’m zone one bankhead shawty, I’m west side no gang signs |
Pimp squad, grand hustle man, steady duckin' them suckers man |
This trouble man ridin' with trouble man, them mutherfuckas in trouble man |
I’m rubberband in my banks like it got thigh pads in my Levis |
Naw shawty no Levis, these Strivers Row, we ballin ho |
Quarter mil in the bag brought it all to blow |
On 24, we surfin |
Rep Atlanta shit no accident we immaculate on purpose |
(Uh huh, uh huh, yeaaahh) |
I murk a nigga on purpose (Bow! Bow!) flatline |
For the real A to take back over the game, it’s that time |
Shawty poppin' ass fat, so I’m feelin' like she worth it |
This cash I’m finna be servin', feelin' like she doin' it on purpose |
Just swervin' just tryna get to her (whoo!), vicious, 36−34−36, ridiculous |
Jazzy phizzle my nizzle I’m iller than illa bitch ya, a bad bitch poppin' ass |
like a stripper |
And I’m the tipper |
Aye Tip, I just fucked her and her sister, on purpose |
To the world they some good girls, but I know behind the curtains |
They gon get down and dirty, on a camera while I slam her |
Goddamn I love Atlanta, chop a pistol, grip a hammer |
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, aye look, aye look, aye look) |
Pullin' up, they like how the fuck, he got 6's on his sports car |
Bad bitch with some big tits we got all the dope in her sport bra |
After I hit the curb I gotta slow leap, see she was suckin' me slowly |
These black tint got me number 3 on that Urban Legend you don’t know me |
My ferrari ass I’m horsin', I hit the gas she moisten |
Them lame ho be like nuh-uh, this ol' pussy dick where her voice at |
You know everywhere stand by that, you’ll never get where that Glock at |
Myself man for the fortune ho, same thing for that outfit (yeah) |
Look like I’m bout to do a little commercial, when I see them nigga hatin', |
I’m a play that shit in worser (yeah) |
Big boy with coach, that be a couple bands a pop (uh huh) |
They wanna see me but them photos had me top ho |