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点击复制Swerve (Explicit) - Headie One/Stefflon Don/NAV
Lyrics by：Irving Adjei/Stephanie Allen/Navraj Goraya
Composed by：Irving Adjei/Stephanie Allen/Navraj Goraya
Rymez
Yo adp on this boy
Don too cold I like clothes he like zoots he like benz
Always on road in a next man's ends
Tryna catch a paigon slippin'
Just to hit him with a skeng and that's mad
Cah he got a good girl and she badder than bad
Every man wan' beat but she ain't like that
Face too pretty but she got a little back
But the n***a ain't ready for a don like that
Pull up reverse pull up reverse pull up
Reverse back it up
Pull up reverse man do it up the
Curb all now when I see x5's man swerve
I told shawty I don't trap man rap
But try know I been a bad boy from birth
She loves jewels she wants shoes
I just gotta match that prada purse
All now it's eighteen o's of dirt
All now I get a text from sandra first
Hop in my foreign and I swerve
Skrr swerve
I always wanted to stuff my
Money made me worse yeah
Heard you're tryna find out
What I'm worth yeah ahh
Every time pull up I make sure
That they feelings hurt b***h
I just put a bachelor condo on
My wrist yeah on my wrist yeah
Can't live like this gotta ride
'Round with a stick yeah pew pew pew
Catch me lackin' shoot me in the
Head I ain't givin' up s**t yeah
On the road for ten years mans
Ain't take no diss yeah yeah
She stylish and want a man that's stylish
Walk with five in my jean no wyclef
Show that show that's lightwork
Still I can't get apply from trident
She wanna step and eat steak and lobster
I'm tryna make her cook steamed and fried fish
She likes sex and I like it too
Still make her mind colourful
I don't want my man on the road no more
I don't wanna do m fly o no more
Come home and come show me that
Who gonna answer when the fiends dem call
Who's gonna answer when the feds dem knock
Beatin' down doors and you're doing up spots
I know feds on me cah I got two stripes yeah
I'm scared if they hit it with a third I'm gone
It loves me I gotta love it back
Course I do 'cause it brought me back
I didn't trap couldn't buy me a
Gucci bag so I bought me a cube of crack
Been in the trap for years so
You know that the gang ain't new to waps
Still tryna juggle this trap
And rap all of my fiends turn facts
Hop in my foreign and I swerve skrr swerve
I always wanted to stuff my money made me worse yeah
Heard you're tryna find out what I'm worth yeah ahh
Every time pull up I make
Sure that they feelings hurt b***h
I just put a bachelor condo
On my wrist yeah on my wrist yeah
Can't live like this gotta ride
'Round with a stick yeah pew pew pew
Catch me lackin' shoot me in
The head I ain't givin' up s**t yeah
On the road for ten years mans
Ain't take no diss yeah yeah