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swavay - dublin lyrics

[verse 1: swavay]
i’ma fly her out to dublin ’cause i love the way she suck it
way she f+ckin’, i’ma buy her nail salon
n+gga, f+ck it
f+ck the budget, i still owe a couple hunnid to rеpublic
i said f+ck it, i’ma cuff it
if she let me hit in public
p+ssy n+gga, hе was buggin’
i can’t wait to catch in public
i might bl!ck and get to clutchin’
caught his mama at the publix
sh+t, i might just go pharrell
way these diamonds get to krumpin’
i got speed from here to london
i turned nothin’ into somethin’
[verse 2: nasaan]
i’m a doer, you’s a dreamer
wrapped this mortgage ’round my finger
i’ma crash out ’bout lil’ tiva
set this b+tch off like latifah
had no credit, bought the bimmer
used to punch and swipe the visa
n+ggas green, my check is greener
said it’s smoke, signed khalifa
my n+ggas ride with a stick, sabrina
i got a mop chop ready to cleanup
i’m gettin’ cake, cake like tina
dawg in the 6 pourin’ fours in 2 liter
call up kiesha, she’s a eater
chain on fi+, nah, aquafina
wore my heater like a beeper
doing 80, baby, keep up

[hook: swavay & nasaan]
okay, this just how i’m comin’
when i pull up, get to dumpin’
hoes keep comin’ ’cause i’m jumpin’
i turned nothin’ into somethin’
i put hunnids on her stomach
we was bummin’ in the bucket
i turned nothin’ into somethin’
got it jumpin’ from the dungeon
i put d+ck all in her stomach
told her friends and them she love it
ar+15 out in public
’cause my mouth and necklace flooded
at the london, tea and crumpets
i’m up, hunnids do no bluffin’
i turned nothin’ into somethin’
got it jumpin’ from the dungeon
[verse 2: ben reilly]
keep a nine tucked in my jeans
i can’t function in the function
pockets chubby, wallet obese
wildin’ with b’s, cuddle my green
got ’bout a hunnid contracts on me (let’s go)
lookin’ like i run sony (let’s go)
pop, my product od (baby)
do it like ramen, top me (let’s go)
she want the addy, my b+tch at the crib
i told, “i’m homeless bro!” (i did)
whole camp rockin’ off dimes and nicks
my dawg’s a jonas bro, hey (he is)
i’m from the town, lil’ bro
my corner stone’s the corner store
my neck and wrists on waffle cone
my oldest stones the coldest stones

- swavay lyrics

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