lil aicrambo – swerving lyrics
[intro]
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ooo
[verse 1]
they got me swerving, right on these d+cks
i’m an egg roll kind of jew
and my n+gga want some too
and my bankrolls f+cking loose
she ain’t want me in my beh
she ain’t f+ck with us “sighdou”
i’m like where should i sit in
[verse 2]
i be swerving with these d+cks
i be swerving with these d+cks and they don’t like me drip
all the n+ggas want do is l!ck, all they do is l!ck
i see n+gga with some necklace whip, d+ck is f+cking thicc
i’m like l!ck and l!ck and l!ck and l!ck, i might f+ck this d+ck
i’m in it now to the chimney for some money
all i eat is some apple jacks for osama ben laden
in my name for the lobster, the lobster, my drain
k!ll my name the lobster, the rockstar sometimes
this b+tch i bought like a sail, it’s like what i’m saying
[verse 3]
swervin’ on this b+tch like it’s a f+cking homicide
g strings on this sukka looking like some that don’t dry
all what h+rny say bit, looks like still in the new
ice dot to still it all lot drip drip with the ice on my n+gga kiping
i’m on a riddle for osama the opp they all bought a rari they zipin
sauce dripping imma drink, salt repeat imma drink
they gotta me in this bit
[chorus]
she riding in limousine
i’m a needle who’s showing you
i’m a d+ck got be toying you
this d+ck trynna suck that low
f+ck on my nephew
cocaine my phone
blows in my phone
i’m a red low sight rome
i’m in the ransom
i got the racks on
i got the racks on
she miss fly cone
i want the b+tch on
i got the racks on
i got the racks on
i got the racks on
[verse 4]
b+tch i f+cked him in the nut
i’m in need i’m sorry
i’m make million a year
b+tch acting so funny
best b+tch fake
you like everything is fake
yeah she is f+cking light
yea red jeans
she flexing in her outfit
she’s politing in the ocean
b+tch use f+cking lotion
n+ggas trynna suck me
yes he ain’t doing sh+t cuz he f+cks me
all brody is fake they don’t know nothing
they trynna some n+gga with some children
[verse 5]
this b+tch f+cked me inside out cuz it’s the oven
this b+tch f+cking up a b+tch they don’t know nothing
these b+tches don’t love me, all these n+ggas lovin
i’m so loving you, all my nig i’m loving you
i don’t need to talk with you, this b+tch 47’ yea
she came drowning, they be crippin’ something
they be for heaven by through with a like on taylor
imma whip illegally
gotta bit of ice and my neck
i’m an england g+y, i’m on the riddle lab sunday
be high getting laid
f+ck your hoe she a babe
f+ck a n+gga like a carti, i’m a landslides like a lake
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